Well, I am still here.
Yesterday I had a nice time at That Shop. It was the first Saturday of the month, and that means knitting group. I still don't know very many people there, but it is a nice place to be. I had arranged to meet the lady who has bought the Wee Peggy that I have been looking after for the Guild, and we had time for a lesson. I do like teaching!
It is very hard indeed to leave that shop without a purchase, and I did buy a couple of little bits - a crochet hook in a size that I inexplicably don't seem to have, and some sock yarn which is intended for the facings of the Ropes and Picots Cardigan from the current IK. That's a nice pattern, I think. It will probably be one of the twelve sweaters that I hope I'm going to knit next year - although that particular statement of intent may turn out to have been a bit rash. But if I can't manage it, I won't worry about it.
Anyway. I am going to substitute some black New Lanark Donegal Silk Tweed for the Rowan Scottish Tweed DK which the pattern suggests - this stuff is quite unbelievably cheap, and feels lovely, really the quality is excellent. It is so nice that it seems as if it ought to cost a whole lot more, in fact.
I have done a little bit of knitting. Yesterday things seemed to be better, and I picked up the Striped Sweater without even thinking about it. It was lovely to be knitting again, I miss it a lot when I don't knit.
But today, things aren't going too brilliantly, and once again I can't knit.
I don't know why this happens. It really isn't sensible at all to find myself behaving like this. But knitting is a somewhat meditative process, for me, and at the moment I can't seem to find the right place in my mind. Which probably sounds entirely bonkers.
I think that I need to sit down and make myself knit. Maybe it would help.