It’s been a while since something flew off my needles as fast as the Titania neckwarmer. I cast it on late Saturday night, and bound it off yesterday afternoon, unfortunately not before darkness fell at 3:30. (Overcast day + north-facing apartment = the gloom of a sepulchre.)
Light is scarce, models are in short supply. Life is hard.
Olive thinks life is a bit too hard. She is not getting paid for this.
I cannot help but feel that Titania should be called Bundt, especially in this Glazed Pecan shade of Madeline Tosh A.S.A.P. bulky yarn. It has a wonderful shape, formed by using a tuck stitch to permanently fold 16 rows of 2 x 2 ribbing into a tube. You do this three times, and Bob’s your uncle.
Luckily it does not really need blocking, because I don’t know how I’d go about it. Titania aka Bundt-y Neckwarmer is super warm, an accessory to be grateful for on a really cold day, and a funky bit of sculpture to knit.
Self Care: The Internal Position
One of the things I like about our site redesign is that articles don’t disappear into the basement when we publish something new; they live on, in an orderly way, in their categories. People who are browsing (aka aimlessly wandering) can find pieces even after they are no longer on the home page, and they can leave comments on them.
Recently, someone left a comment on Max Daniels’ first piece on self care that really resonated with me. Max’s piece started a conversation about what self care means when the budget is tight. This was Kathleen’s take:
I don’t have much “fun” money after bills, food, and gas are paid for. And I don’t care much for pedi or manicures (I keep my nails quite short). But I took that suggestion as a symbolic placeholder more than an absolute. I took it to mean find what gives you pleasure, what gives to yourself rather than to others, what do you do just for you, and pursue it.
I like gardening… on a nice summer day even the weeding gives me that feeling of connecting with the sun and earth and the buzzing and chirping of life around me.
I pay attention when I pet my cat… how soft the fur, how sweet the half closed eyes, the way the purr rumbles through my hands into my body.
I fill the tub with hot water, and with a cold drink on the rim, and tunes playing, I soak and melt.
I play music. On the radio, on the computer, on an instrument. I sing aloud… as loud and as soulfully as I want.
No one is denying that having money limitations doesn’t limit your options. It does. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to care for yourself as well. Max does point out, self care is an internal position. She got there by starting externally. Some of us will have to find other doorways.
I’m looking for mine. I hope you can find yours.
I hope we can all find ours. Goodness knows, we need it.