Picking my poison

Texas is suffering the worst drought it has seen in fifty years.

The economy is in the tank.

Politics is depressing, as usual.

Add more than a few personal issues and I have found myself thoroughly ensconced and almost completely barricaded in an alternate world all my own, firmly keeping reality at bay.

I like it here.

A lot.

As such, I have been consumed with knitting and writing. I think about storylines and dialogue when I knit, then I stop to write, only to resume thinking and knitting again. It is seriously working for me.

My first real lace project was almost a year and a half ago. It was a Forest Canopy Shawl in a hand-dyed cashmere-blend sport weight from The Plucky Knitter. An Audrey Hepburn fan, I bought it without a clue as to what I was going to do with it based solely on its name: Roman Holiday.



My dear friend Alexis is marrying in October. Since I cannot be there for the wedding, I wanted to send something special. They are to be wed in a castle and she will be wearing a beautiful white satin gown that appears to be slightly gothic in style. She will be stunning.

While I would not presume to dictate to any bride, I thought I would make her something unusual whether she dons it for her big day or with a t-shirt and jeans on any other.

However, in the vein of "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," I opted for the "something blue."



Yarn: Miss Babs Yummy 2-ply in "Teardrop"
Pattern: Forest Canopy Shawl

Although it does not look like much at the moment, this project is verily flying off the needles and I cannot wait to finish and block it. The colors are heavenly and wonderous. I am so in love with it.



So, my solitary confinement continues, but it is not completely without its own joys.

I prefer to think of it as therapy. I highly recommend it.