Right after that trip - craziness.
Turns out, about that third week of August I was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer and that's kind of what my life has revolved around since then. The good news is, it's a slow-growing cancer, but the bad news is, it's rare enough that there doesn't seem to be a lot of information available on it and its treatment. I started on a course of topical chemotherapy, but due to a miscommunication from my (maybe former) oncologist's office, I have spent nearly a week now in a significant amount of pain, missing a couple days of work (probably more). I haven't felt like doing a whole lot of anything.
Except knitting, of course.
I told myself I wasn't going to do any Christmas knitting. And then I ignored myself and started a list anyway. And during the cancer ordeal, I have been able to complete one of those projects, which was a relief to get done. It has cables. These are a challenge for me. If only I could cable like Thea Coleman. I would be invincible. I would need a cape, for sure. Thea should have a cape. And she should teach me how to knit cables like she does. Seriously.
Now Ravelry has classified this yarn as worsted weight. Whether they got that from the manufacturer or made it up on their own, someone is seriously deluded. There is no way this is worsted weight yarn. It's more like fingering or a very light sport weight. Right now, I'm trying to decide what size needle to use to get the fabric I like, hence the swatching. I'm going to try Amy Herzog's Custom Fit for the very first time which, if you live in a cave and haven't heard, allows you to pick a pattern and use whatever yarn you want - it will calculate the appropriate pattern instructions for you. I'm excited about this project in spite of the fact that I won't be using my beloved wool. I took Cassie's measurements before I left to come home and I am anxious to see how a custom fit sweater for her turns out because quite frankly, my daughter is not an easy fit.
So anyway, I mentioned my rough few days and this weekend, while I had hoped I'd be doing much better by now, has been quite the challenge. I've been in tears more than once over the last two days from the pain, but it's funny - I was sitting here with the black, vegan yarn, trying to muster up the energy to swatch with yet another needle size when I was drawn to put the skein of yarn to up my face and just feel it, so I did. And it brought me great comfort. It may not be wool, but it is soft and lovely and in spite of all that I've been through over the last week, I was able to draw some peace from the simple act of cuddling with a skein of black viscose.
This, as you well know my friends, is the power of fiber. Just imagine what would happen if I fetched my stash of merino...
*Of course I found a yarn shop in Ohio. This is the hidden agenda for every single trip away from home. Don't tell The Husband.