Sock magic

There is a moment I truly love while knitting a sock.......

that magical moment when the heel appears 

I knit quickly as I can up until this point, wanting only to arrive at the place where it begins to take form.

For, up until the heel appears, it's just a clever tube - unique and beautiful of course (especially when you are knitting with amazing fabulous stupendous fiber such as this Cascade silk merino handpainted wonderous yarn!)... but it is still just a simple tube... and then, all of a sudden, you knit the flap.... and then, once the heel appears, it is magic. 

Socks are pure genius, and never cease to amaze me. Someone long ago solved the puzzle of knitting a sock to fit our feet. (no small feat.. pun intended). And we now carry on the tradition of their creativity, adding our own color and design.

 

And thus I return, from my almost year long hiatus. 

It's been a year filled with knitting - shawls, socks, sweaters, scarves, summer tops, hats, and more socks. A year of mostly portable projects as I continued to travel back east to help my family settle after my Mom's passing. There were closets to go through, letters to be written, services to attend, and finally the burial of her ashes in the family grave site on a hill looking over our beloved Keuka Lake in New York.

The knitting of a sock felt like the perfect way to re-enter blog world... I am changed yet the same. Filled with the magic of those who have gone before me, carrying on their traditions and adding my unique flare.

I have made my world quieter since my Mother's passing, slimming down on the 'to-do's' and 'hurry-hurry' and adding more of the quiet walks on the property of a friend that is perched beside a wonderful river. I've narrowed all the daily tasks, ruthlessly trimmed my facebook connections and blog reading to the point of near nothing..... all in an effort to simply be more alive and aware of this day, this moment. I've tried to pay attention to anything that creeps into my brain as a 'must-do' and seriously question if that is true. (thus you may well find that not all my photos are perfectly organized, and I most likely won't post on a regular basis, and I may show you knit things from a year ago, or I might ignore that all together....) 

I've cried and I've laughed and I've fallen very much in love again. I turned 60 this year. All in all, my world is beginning to grow and bloom once again in this spring...

and you? how have you been?