Thanks to those that reached out to me after my last post. I appreciate the effort, but even when it is really dark I’m ok. The Bloggess’s post just really hit home with me, and I felt that it was important to do what little I could to get the word out there that those of us that live with depression shouldn’t feel the need to hide it.
I am lucky that there isn’t much that keeps me from knitting. It is a major part of my life, and it helps to ground me. Even through all but the worst of my pain I can knit. If I can’t focus enough for lace, I can still knit socks. Since the first of the year, I have knit these:
The blue ones will be for Kid the Eldest’s birthday next month, and the baby booties will be for the booth. Plus I’ve started another pair, which hopefully will be for me (doesn’t always work out that way, but I can try).
I also helped a friend with the bridal show held locally on Saturday. I had hoped to display a few shawls in a way that would let the brides know that they were available for sale, but the people running the show objected since my friend had not informed them that I would be doing that, so they were only used as display decorations. Still, they looked pretty, and getting ready for the show meant that I got the Niebling and the Snowflake Peacock blocked.
Before Kid the Younger went back to school he helped me take the christmas decorations back out to the barn and, even better, helped me move the dining table to the living room. Once I go through all the stuff that has lived under the table that will make room for my loom to move out here where it will actually get used, and the table is big enough to hold both the table looms and the carder. It’s a slow process, getting everything the way I want it, but I’m moving through everything. Slow and steady wins the race, right? The back bedroom where the loom is now is too cold to be comfortable in the winter, but it’ll make great storage space once I get it organized. Unfortunately, before he passed away, my sweetie just stuffed things in there. The closet is full of boxes, with more boxes in front of the closet doors. He bought the ugliest black plastic shelves possible, and crammed them full. Half finished projects were separated from their supplies and patterns, books have disappeared, my stash has been scattered. There was no method to his madness and it will be a major job to set it right. I’m looking forward to getting it done, but it’s not something that my back will let me work on quickly.
But I think that the best news is that at least some of the ewes appear to be pregnant. I’ve been crossing my fingers really hard, and held off saying anything until at least one of them started showing (am I the only one that appraises baby bellies?). These 2, Midge (CVM Romeldale on the left) and Marge (white Romeldale on the right) are definitely with lamb, so Inesh did his job. Hopefully I’m not fooling myself, and the rest of the ewes will start to show signs soon. The earliest I’ll get lambs is the end of February, and waiting is always the hardest part!