I'll admit—the weather (so damn cold) and the outer world (too damn slippy, and hard to negociate) what with mounds of snow, and crazy, incompetent drivers—(I hear them, racing their engines, when stuck—if they ever get traction, they are going to careen off-at 60 miles an hour) and the lack of sun light (Ok yesterday the sun was visible –for a few scant hours) but the days are too short, and too grey—all of these conspire to bring me low. I know it will pass, I watch the sun sets slowly creep uptown.
My windows face south west—and I use the NYC skyline as demarker of the sun. In the winter month, the sun never gets out of Brooklyn--(mid summer, it sets north of Columbus Circle!) and while it's slowly moving north--For now, it's still stuck in the outer borough –a social outcast that doesn't have the power or prestiage of a real star.
Socks have stalled (at 6 inches) partly because I am pondering the heel.
So what to do but cut up some scraps and piece together a ... Well I don't know exactly. Not quilt (bed size) or a lap blanket—maybe a table runner? Or perhaps a peiced bit that will form the lower edge of a skirt? Or perhaps it will get folded, and become a tote (knitting) bag? Or ....
Cut and peiced some square yesterday, trimmed some this AM—soon it will be time to piece the squares together.. (but when? I am so dull and dreary, I am having problems placing the pieces out on the table.)
Well a few got done... and I still don't know what I am doing!
Pretty colors at any rate—from blue to violet to pink to rose.. .