In the wind

I am off again today, this time a trip purely for pleasure, a weekend in Chicago. It is a trip that is desperately needed, now that I at least finally appreciate how much I need the decompression period that going away allows. I will probably be the wimpy one that poops out early.

My grandmother had one of those folksy placques in her house that read "the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get" and that has been pretty much how I have felt lately, although it is more appropos to think the "more I think everything is under control, the more chaotic it becomes". Not that I believe anyone has everything under control anyway, control is just another one of those little lies we tell ourselves to make life a little easier.

Anyway, although several blog posts have been circulating through my thoughts, the process of actually stringing words together has proven more elusive. This is why I am sitting in the airport, waiting to board, and typing a post. I am not sure that I am enamored of the way post editing on the iPad is shaping up so far, and I seem to have no control over the photos. I may have to find another way. But here goes. I am hoping for the best.

Hopefully the first photo is of the back of the sweater I started before leaving for New York. It is a fast knit; the fact that I spent 2 weeks on it is no indication of the difficulty of the pattern, more likely the paucity of my knitting time. This particular sweater started with the yarn, Lang’s Sol DegradéOnly after I fell in love with the yarn did I realize that I had purchased a Lang book 182 last summer and that it had an extensive selection of patterns using this yarn. Through no fault of mine, the pattern I chose, #67, happens to be illustrated in the same colorway that captured my heart.

I believe this will end up being a versatile sweater in my new locale, and the colors will be good for both spring and into the warmer days of fall.

I have it with me on this trip. I considered starting something more portable, like a delicate shawl, but that just didn’t happen. How much knitting I will actually do is debatable. If my last two trips are any indication of a developing trend. I may well fall asleep the instant the plane leave the gate. Decompression indeed.