I collected Mr L from the airfield yesterday morning â€“ the poor man looked whacked, but I let him drive us home anyway. Heâ€™d mentioned on the phone how hard he was finding it, to not be in control of anything while he was travelling. So, I gave him control.
We unpacked and made coffee, because I knew he would have been missing a decent cup. Then we just flopped on the sofa for a couple of hours. A very early bath saw us take off to an equally early bed – with a tray of goodies, two pint glasses, and the Mac. We spent the evening watching some very stupid movies and went to sleep ridiculously late. We just spent our time in enjoying each other’s company and it was too good to cut short. Tonight we shall make up for it and have an early night â€“ he is back at his desk in the morning and I think I shall have to do the long haul to town. A proper nightâ€™s sleep is indicated.
Feeling pretty fed up now, still holding one finger carefully in the air and completely unable to knit or spin â€“ and I hate doing nothing, it drives me mad.
Doing nothing is giving me far too much time to think. At the moment I am giving all that thought to the Next Grand Project. Something really truly ambitious has caught my eye and I want to get going on it. If I do, I can see all else being buried at the bottom of the workbasket for months to come. So I had better resist. But itâ€™s like crack, you know. Lace. This urge to find a bigger and more difficult challenge. The first hit of a new cast-on. Itâ€™s magic. But the rush subsides, and it is soon time to find another dealer (designer) another rushâ€¦ Iâ€™m an addict. Is there a support group? a seven step programme, for people like us?
Anyway, I blame Natalie. She has a sale on Mist, her very fine laceweight hand-dyed Merino yarn. Just Â£7 for 1,000 metresâ€¦ and thereâ€™s this shawl I want to make, and it needs 2,300 yardsâ€¦ I was thinking purpleâ€¦ and if I thought that there was a cat in hellâ€™s chance of completing the thing in time for this yearâ€™s Show, then Iâ€™d go for it! But then I thinkâ€¦ what about my Laminaria, eh? Perhaps enough of a challenge to be going on with, and I need to complete the Ruffled Fichu too, not to mention getting on with Mr Lâ€™s 4ply aran sweater.
Perhaps I could just stash the Mist, for next yearâ€¦
Whereâ€™s that support group?