a simple yarn

What a difference a week makes….or perhaps it’s better said…what a difference being weak makes.

Last week…
Flu aftermath.
No energy.
No appetite.
No cappuccinos (a sure sign of sickness!).
No knitting.

Last week I was told…
‘It takes time,’ by my mother.
‘Pace yourself,’ by Husband-Will.
‘It’s normal,’ by my friends.

And also last week…
I have blown my nose with the equivalent of a forest-of-trees-made-into-tissues.
I should have stock in Barry’s Tea for the amount I have drunk.
I have done the one most important task of the day and spent the rest on the sofa.
The family has eaten every kind of convenience food wondering if I will ever cook again.

So, this week…
I remain in a vertical position for most of the day and celebrate with…

…one completed sock.

Sure, I know it looks a little disproportionate, like a stubby colonial stocking, but I have to say that when I have it on, it fits just great. Perhaps my foot is a likewise disproportionate, I don’t know, but I like the way the heel and toe shaping lays. If I were to make changes, I might add a wee bit more length to the toe area before doing the shaping, but I’d already ripped it back once and added length. Didn’t have it in me to rip again. But they fit like a glove, or rather a sock in this case, and I’m happy with the result.

I have to set the stockings aside for now to return to Son-Alex’s skull-and-crossbones fingerless gloves, which I have promised him. So after weeks of weakness, I think I’m back on track.