Lists and 2021 Goals

Starting to think about making lists. I gave up for the last week, and really I had been fizzling out of steam for awhile.

Truly that means list making on the whole: I was feeling undone, as many have this year. This is not sustainable behavior, and certainly not for me. I may be inconsistent with lists. (Heck, some day I will get back into the blog to edit recent posts and update or excise the moldering lists in the margins.) (This activity rarely gets beyond a sigh of "should do that" and doesn't really see the brash light of a to-do list.)

Having finished up two big projects and wrapped them for mailing (!) this week, I think I have accomplished the need-a-break portion of my self-induced change of behaviors.

There's a calendar at hand. I have a cheap notepad to consume for scribbling. There are January rituals to observe and projects to line up.

I might even sketch out a scheme for getting this beast of a throw done. I'm more than halfway done, and it has been ignored since before I moved, four years at a minimum. It's a silly project, but with the autumn painting of the bedroom, I think it would be a pleasant way to invite future naps.

List making commences.

Also in Sock Stories

I discovered one large hole when I put them on.  I put in slippers and wore them anyway.  (Determined the rest of the sole too thin for useful mending.)

And I was correct.  By end of a simple day at home, voila, the demise of socks. 

Cast on for them in a November 14 years ago,  http://toweringtextiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/simple-socks.html?m=0 , they have served their term.

2021 will be a good winter for sock replenishment.

November 14, 2020: In Which She Returns To Socks

Forgot how satisfying sock knitting is.

Ignoring the drama of all that goes on. Wearing the masks. Keeping the distances. Not gathering.

You know, but fortunate to have work. Bothered that it's still so much school in person, with all kinds of mitigating efforts, and perplexingly relieved there are still pieces of it.

Stress. Too much to do. (Re)Enter Socks.

Productivity, despite the pandemic

Pattern is Angle of Repose, by Elizabeth Morrison.

Yarn is a shawl gradient, finger weight in Fade to Black, from Gauge Dye Works, formerly Caterpillar Green, and the skein put-up at that time was 548 meters/599 yards. I reckon I used a full 598 yards.