Calla Lily

Today was one of those frustrating days where you run around and around and feel lucky if you find at the end of the day that you have at least made it back to where you started. 

And so I was thrilled to have a pink slip, telling me I had a package to claim at the desk, waiting in my box when I stopped  at the post office to get my mail.  Better yet, it was a fiberly package:

I knew what it was, but that did not lessen the thrill I experienced when opening the box to find this:

Oh Joy! Oh Joy! Oh rapture!

This, the first yarn in the Sundara sock club is breathtakingly beautiful!  I must knit socks again. 

Of course first I must knit the second pink sock, as its mate has been languishng away, unloved, almost forgotten even, in the unfinished projects drawer.  Of course socks have not been heavily on my mind of late.  I don’t mind knitting in the summer, but knitting socks.  I don’t eve like to think about socks.  Or so I thought.

I am not, for the most part a multi-project knitter; although I have had occasional affairs.  I do think I can have a sock and a main project though.  Perhaps if I had had a sock on my desk, something to keep my mind occupied when computers and phone calls, and all other annoyances were driving me batty, I might not have lost my cool this morning, even for a brief moment.

Pink sock number 2 must come out of hinding.  Calla lily awaits.