sydney, my head is beeping!

It’s only 3:30 p.m. and the day is not over. So far I do not have a headache today (and there was much rejoicing). Historically if a headache is going to happen it’s settled in by now. Since migraines generally make me feel like I want to ralph I’ve not gotten much knitting done as of late. Tuesday was a headache-less day and I actually finished one complete sequence of the pattern on my California Clapotis. I felt very accomplished.

Last night I walked two doors down to Katie’s apartment to watch Alias. Much like me Katie has little stashes of yarn and knitting books and notions scattered around her living room. I feel right at home. I plop down (Actually I gently sat. It’s something you learn to do when you’re a hippo girl.) on her lovely scarlet colored sofa (the inspiration for mine own red slip cover). At my feet is a charming limey green and sky-ish blue Mason-Dixon pattern “warshrag”. AND there on the side table to my left is the start of its counterpart. They are so pretty & cute & nubby. I know in my felted knitting bag there is 1/8 of a clapotis that feels abandoned and uncared for. I’ve just not had concentration in me lately. More than likely I could handle some stockinette or garter stitch. But when my head is pounding I’m sure I’d have 74 stitches when I need 77. My k-tbl would go untwisted and my k2tog would remain separate instead of becoming one. So my clapotis and I will spend time together only when I feel up to it. And that is part of the beauty of knitting. It can be a one-sided relationship and the yarn has no way to verbalize its disproval.