I think that yesterday I may have had a minor anxiety attack. I needed to come to grips with things, academically and otherwise. I spent the entire day inside, while outside Boston was completely beautiful (albeit a little on the hot side). It was a good counter to Saturday, when Scott and I walked about 8 miles in the heat. My legs got to rest. I got to think. And ultimately, everything will be okay. I have about three weeks of stress and minor hell ahead of me, but then it will be done and I can travel between Hilton Head and home. And life will be good, and I will be reading books and knitting on the beach. Hallelujah.
These are my new favorite socks in the whole world. Knitting them was completely fun—the pattern was very easily memorized and intuitive, and before long my fingers were just flying away on their own. The yarn is absolutely heavenly (Panda Silk Bamboo) and the highly textural pattern paired with the yarn resulted in a sock that is completely light and airy, perfectly stretchy, and super comfortable. The color isn’t necessarily my usual taste: I usually prefer more saturated, richly-hued colors, and the yarn isn’t as rustic as I usually like. But something about these is just so special and refined and feminine, and I feel some bizarre connection to the past while wearing them.
I’m completely smitten and plan to knit the pattern over and over in different textures/colors, and probably will make an identical pair to these, because apparently I’m crazy. But I guess, if anything, crazy in love.
(Geez, is it apparent that I need a vacation or what? In love with socks? Oh boy…)