I can't even think of a title

People we know are about to adopt a toddler from Khazakstahn. A lot of the folks who know them are wondering how they're going to manage, because they seem the quintessential people who are fine without a child of their own in their lives. You know what I mean: their house is lovely and filled with meaningful mementos of their interests (all fragile), they require a lot of time alone, the noise that children make makes one of them wince, they have extensive exercise routines. . .

On the other hand, who am I to judge? I don't appreciate it when people look at my less-cared-for house and point out that the stained furniture, peeling wallpaper, and wall of noise are all a result of me having a lot of kids. I don't know why these other folks want or need a little one. I don't have to rear it. This, of course, is fortunate, as my hands are rather full these days.

So as I knit away last night for the shower today, I tried to knit in as many good wishes for them and peace with my own choices for me as I could. As the needles went around and around, I reflected on the ways I go around and around in my own head. I can at least focus on my own path, no matter how it feels like I'm just pulling a Sisyphus some days. Goodness knows, these folks are going to have enough to adjust to in the coming months without people getting in their business.

That doesn't mean I might not enjoy watching some of it. I'm not 100% evolved yet, apparently.


Sorry about the blurriness. It's KnitPicks Main Line and Crystal Palace Breeze, held doubled and knit on #8 needles. I think it's a little shallow, which is the bane of my hat-knitting existence. The book, if you don't know it, is a completely delightful paean to the wonders of and joy that is berry picking. So the hat evokes a blueberry, to me. The yarn is great to work with and I like the feel of it. Maybe if I ever get done with the green thing, I'll knit myself up a ribbed pullover out of the rest of the Main Line in stash!