Once, Twice, Three Times a Leaver

Yesterday was a very rare day indeed — I left the house. I did it of my own will for something besides work or a doctor’s appointment, and I did it three times. I’m sure to some this is a ‘So what?’, but to me, it’s a pretty big deal.

My participation in World Wide Knit in Public Day

My participation in World Wide Knit in Public Day

As I mentioned yesterday, we went to the sporting good store, which was fine and dandy. And then we wandered down to the river to try and find the yarn-bombing group. That didn’t work out so well — we weren’t at the meeting place at the right time, so it took us ages to find them (halfway down the river). By the time we had, we agreed that we had walked plenty far, especially considering that Lilbit there is only just getting her feet under herself after twisting her ankle last weekend.

But as yesterday was World Wide Knit in Public Day, I was still fairly determined to get outside and knit (though technically there’s an entire week of days to participate, I considered yesterday the ‘real’ day). We live at the end of a row of shops, so once my husband and Lilbit had cleared out to go grocery shopping, I dragged a chair outside and made a pleasant public spectacle of myself. I figured I’d sit out there until either they got back from shopping, or someone asked me why I was sitting there knitting. As you might’ve guessed based on British stereotypes, I was out there until they got home from shopping, ha ha. Still, there were any number of happy-looking rubberneckers, at least one grinning fit to break her face old lady driving by, and any number of elderly men dropping ultra-solemn nods my way. So, I figure, it was time well spent. I made it outside of my gate. That’s pretty awesome.

And lo, herein begins my first proper knitting project!

And lo, herein begins my first proper knitting project!

My body disagrees with my today though on all the counts. See, yesterday was supposed to be nice and warm. Instead, it was overcast and windy; thank goodness I was only working on a gauge square the way the wind was trying to steal my wool! So there was an icy wind, and metal knitting needles. I’m not used to metal knitting needles, so these 6mm monstrosities are like strapping weights to my wrists. My arms hurt all the way up today, and I can only manage a row of knitting at a time. I think we’re popping over to my mother-in-law’s house soonish, so I’ll borrow some wooden needles off of her. As the project is for a small-person cardigan, removing weight in advance before I put more on the needles is probably a capital idea.

Our original plan was to go over there, and go for a bike ride. I’m thinking that’s not going to happen now. Did I overdo it yesterday? I’m not really sure. I’m still in a good mood mentally, even if my body is grumping all over the place. Part of me still very much wants to go for a ride, so I guess we will see if we can talk ourselves into it when we pop over to visit (our bikes are in my in-law’s garage, ’cause it’s a nicer safer place than our shitty shed at current!). I should definitely be mindful to not ride the good mood too hard — we all know what happens when the body runs out of spoons while the mind is cruising high. It’s the shortcut to a crash, and man… I don’t want that!

I hope everyone else out there is having a good weekend, and feeling some semblance of healthy.

<3

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Once, Twice, Three Times a Leaver — 2 Comments

  1. “I should definitely be mindful to not ride the good mood too hard — we all know what happens when the body runs out of spoons while the mind is cruising high. It’s the shortcut to a crash, and man… I don’t want that!”

    I can sooo relate to this feeling, yet it makes me very sad to see it written. I’ve never heard of World Wide Knit in Public Day. I’ll have to send an email to my sister-in-law

    • I’m not sure where I picked up on it this year, but as this is the first year I’ve been able to knit (crocheter since way back when), it’s ideal!

      Yeah, sometimes it is sort of sad to realize our limitations. I certainly don’t like having to rein it back. But yet, it’s a bit of a letting go for me too — this is how it is, and let’s not waste any more energy fretting about it being so. Or something. The things we tell ourselves to get by, right? :)