Have I mentioned that I love this time of year? In spite of the necessity of domiciliary sequestration, in spite of less than 8 hours of daylight which barely illuminates my woodland cottage, and even in spite of sleet, snow, ice, rain, and mud, I love January. I have a rhythm, a natural order to my day which seems neither rushed nor harried. This fleeting bit of concord is precious and after the hectic pace of December, seems like manna from heaven.
I arise naturally, not rushing to steal a few precious moments alone before meeting with farm interns but waking when I am rested and ready to rise and shine. I would like to say that I am thrifty and make my espresso at home but I don’t. For some reason I love the ritual of buying coffee and it’s one of my most bourgeois habits. I buy my coffee at a local shop and it is delivered into my hands oversweet, overpriced, slightly burnt, and wonderfully gratifying.
My days are full of spinning, homeschool, audiobooks, business management, and the occasional running of errands or social call from friend. In the evening we sit together watching movies or listening to an audiobook, my knitting needles clicking along. And this is January.
It is February 1st today and I hope my luck holds. This month will draw me to the greenhouse for the seeding of tomatoes and onions, to Oregon twice for planning retreat and environmental law conference, and by the end of the month we may have an intern or two. My sweet solitude will come to an end, but I will hold fast to my 2013 resolution to do more prioritizing in my life. I need to learn to say no to the right things and to the right people, and yes to items of actual importance including moments of dolce far niente.
I have been knitting for pleasure. I have finished the size 13 socks in some handpainted yarn with tones of black and yellow. The colorway is named Wiz Khalifa after the rapper known for the song “Black and Yellow,” the assorted Youtube versions of which played nearly nonstop in my house for a few weeks last fall. You know what it is…black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow…Everything I knit, I knit it BIG.
My sweetie’s handspun vest is nearly done and I hate the pattern. I should have listened to my own intuition and just made it without a dang pattern. The vest started in the middle of the back knit flat, then knit over each shoulder to the middle of the chest and joined in the round. Weird, I know. And no point to it, as far as I can see. I hate when perfectly good patterns are ruined by a knitwear designer who adds complexity to create pattern dependency. I’ve also finished my own wrap which is TOTALLY GORGEOUS! I am in love with it, and will add photos very soon. I knit it with a bundle of three yarns all handpainted together at the same time including a bulky single ply, a mohair and silk boucle, and a handspun bamboo and Merino. They each took the dye in a different but similar manner and I knit a very basic tube to be worn across my shoulders, as a big cowl, or doubled with one wrap over my head in a hood. The texture is wonderful, and I’m in love with my new project.
Next up-two sweaters in February…. Will I get them finished before the bustle of spring invades my homey solitude?