MG: restless

my lendrum still hasn't been able to join me in berkeley. i'm restless, especially with all the beautiful | spindling and spinning in the blogosphere.

winding yarn onto my spindle has always felt awkward, never found a neat and sensible way to suit me. when i read Eunny's post on the nostepinne, neurons fired simultaneously. i'm winding onto the spindle like a nostepinne. not sure i'm doing it correctly; need more practice.


knitting a cabled cap for someone whose favorite words include sammich and bulbous. i think there are color issues with the photo. the yarn is elann's Peruvian Highland Chunky in Chocolate Truffle and Tranquil Lagoon (medium slate blue with red heathery bits).


i didn't realize until i was knitting this hat... until i was making crosses with my little yellow cabling needle... cabling makes me feel loved. when i was eight or nine, my mom took an introductory knitting class and took me with her. i got to play with needles and yarn and books and learn along her side.

i don't know what it was about cables, but they apparently captured my attention. one night, supposed to be asleep, i huddled up in bed with various materials and taught myself how to cable from a book. i knitted for hours, happy and mesmerized... until i heard someone shuffling towards my room. i quickly pulled my covers over everything and pretended to be asleep. mom walked in, saw right through me and the big lump i was hiding.

mad i was still up, mad because she suspected i was up to trouble, she tugged back the covers and found my little swatch. she forgot to be angry; instead, she--amazed and with a hint of pride--asked me to show her how to make those cables.