I’m back in the routine, and it feels wonderful.
Regular yoga practice was one of the last vestiges of my other life to fade away after I met and married C. Rock climbing, hundred-mile bike rides and my certification as a fitness instructor all evaporated in the bubbling steam of novelty that was my new adventure in love. I held onto yoga for a long time, until a heart-breaking miscarriage led me to drop out of the prenatal classes I’d switched to. I never went back.
Although it’s been about eight years since I touched granite with the intent to climb it, I have made several attempts to bring regular yoga practice back into my life. A slew of major life changes interrupted me, of course…a successful, albeit mostly horizontal, pregnancy; the subsequent and continuing motherhood, more than one cross-country move and many of shorter distance…it is no wonder, I suppose, that taking care of my own physical body fell by the wayside.
When we came back from the farm in early December, I committed myself to creating some discipline in the early morning hours. There are no set days, but I have managed to make it happen three days per week, continuously, for more than two months. It is now officially routine and I intend to bring more rewarding activities back into routine practice, because I have not felt this good in a very long time.
So, to bring some no-pressure knitting routine back into play, I’ve left this group and I’m starting a MeKniSweMoDo…does that make sense? There are no rules. I’ll finish twelve sweaters within the year, but not necessarily on a monthly basis. Also, I may just be finishing some of them rather than starting all of them, as I have too many WIPs to unburden myself from. Oh, and no way are they all going to be adult-sized. The real goal here is to find a knit night and get out more. Nothing would be more motivating than that.
I have somehow managed to make time for a wee project in between all of the other what-not. Last week, the Boy finally admitted to growing out of his slippers. Happening upon this pattern (here is a non-Ravelry link to flint knits blog), I said, “How about some elf shoes?” Half-expecting to be shot down, I was pleasantly surprised when my query was met with a list of acceptable colors and a declaration of NO STRIPES. Sure thing, my Boy.
This pattern is easy to follow and the slippers are a delightfully quick knit, very satisfying.
In fact, I finished them last night, shortly after taking the photos. They are gigantic and ready for their ride in the wash. Hopefully, I will not forget to check on them. You only need say the word “felt” around a skein of Malabrigo and it will become a solid wad. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that this sweater, although only worn half a dozen times, looks about a hundred years old now. I plan to knit another version with some airy, long-draw handspun, plied and much less pill-ish.
Parkday is at an ice rink today. Anticipating needing to lay on my stomach with an ice pack on my butt later.