We just returned from a week at the beach. In keeping with tradition's past, I over-packed
the knitting projects. I took two sock
WIPs, and three, yes you read that correctly, three skeins of sock yarn, with
the expectation that I would knit an additional three pairs of socks, despite knowing my monthly sock output is two and half pairs. Oh, and did I mention that I tucked in my
Claire Randall shawl – the one I have yet to cast on? Nope?
Well, I did. Honestly, my
knitting could have taken up its very own suitcase, and well, it kinda, sorta
did. And the best way to describe my
knitting last week is simply - beached. I
accomplished very little.
But I was successful on other fronts, namely just being a
mom. My days were spent with the kids,
who at 4 and 7, are not likely to sit in their age-appropriate beach chairs and
watch the waves roll in. Our days
started early and ended late. We swam in
the ocean, built sandcastle kingdoms, searched for seashells, and mini-golfed
until I could putt no more. After the
boys tumbled into bed, I would drag out my limp, stockinette tube. I’ve developed a bad case of second sock
syndrome.
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