The knitting of the Kusha scarf came to a temporary halt. I just couldn't get my knit groove on with my needles on hand. The 14 inchers were not comfortable, circulars didn't cut it, metal or otherwise. So being that I can be
In the meantime, with the trauma and drama around here of late, I almost lost my knitting mojo alltogether. These socks are driving me nuts. I love knitting socks and don't know why it's taking me forever to finish these. But heels are turned and I think I'm finally on my way.
My Chevron the Sequel is almost there. But... almost isn't good enough.
So what do I do? I start to crochet a purse. The quick fix of fiber crafts, for me. I've had this cotton yarn around forever, and I do mean F-O-R-E-V-E-R! I bought the yarn 15 years ago, I kid you not. Originally to make me a top, then decided to make a bikini for my daughter, then it was going to be a shawl, then... on and on. Now it's going to be a purse. I'm winging the pattern, fashioned after one of my favorite bags, which is so worn out, but I still love it. More on this soon.
In the meantime, the heat is killing me. And it's only mid-July. I just don't do well with the heat anymore. Or is it the humidity? Who knows. Who cares. It's a drag, any way you look at it.