I still exist, doubt anyone but the bots or spammers wander over this way much anymore though.
When I stopped knitting 5 years ago, I abandoned it with as much suddenness as I started. Not really sure what all prompted that, a little overwhelmed, a little tired, other interests stealing my time away, life, etc. But as my husband and I have been going through the yarn room this week trying to make it a little less like a dumped-on junk room, I realized that I walked away and left it much like one of those abandoned houses you see on the crime shows. Where instead of leaving a half-eaten dinner on the table, I left a nearly completed baby sweater in need of one sleeve. And a pair of socks that just needed an inch of knitting and a toe on the second sock. And an arm-less sock monkey. A bunch of stuff that was really close to being done but never quite got finished.
And yet, there is still a “yarn room” in our now-lived-in-for-two-years house where all the dead projects and boxes and boxes of stashed yarn are stacked in the closet and piled up on the shelves. So, I don’t know if this resurgence is an almighty return, or a little walk down memory lane or just some way to pass some time while I ride out the last few weeks of my recovery before I go back to work.
I’ve been holed up in the house for the last 6 weeks with a broken leg. We went to visit a friend and see their new baby at the end of June, and I missed the step in their garage, fell hard and my tibia and fibula snapped. It required surgery to put a metal pin in my leg and I’ve been given a bit of a summer break from work while I heal. I go back to the doctor next week to see if I can start weight bearing and physical therapy, and if all goes well, the plan is to return to work on Sept 1 and wrap up PT by the end of the year.
After 5 weeks of sleeping on the couch, I was ready to burn it, so we managed to scoot me up to the second floor last week. The bed is more comfortable, but I got bored, so I’ve been hopping into the yarn room and we’ve been working on getting it better organized and cleaned up. And in doing so, I re-found all those nearly done projects I abandoned 5 years ago. So, I finished the socks that needed just a little knitting and a toe. and found another I had started, frogged it, and started over just to see how good my memory is.
It didn’t take too much work to jog my memory on most things. One work through of the lace pattern and I had it re-memorized, a couple rows of turning the heel and it made sense again. I even relearned kitchener on my second try. And I just bound off a whole new sock and will start it’s mate shortly.
So, I have a sock. I don’t know what it means, but it exists and it’s enough.
(And the irony of me knitting socks with a broken leg is not lost on me either.)