Salt Water Breezes

I was lazy this morning. We are more than half way through August and I have a hard time getting out of bed when the curtains are billowing on breezes rich with the fragrance of salt water. I just want to savor. I can’t believe it is Friday already and I have not had much time this week to just wallow in the gorgeousness of late summer warmth and beauty.

I can’t believe how early it is beginning to get dark. That is what I like least about this time of year - dark closing in when I am about ready to leave the house and go find a place to read or knit in the last of the day’s light. I have thought about changing my work schedule to winter hours so I can take a few hours off mid-afternoon to be outside but somehow, once I do that, I never want to come back in and get back to work.

This blogging business is a strange one. As soon as I wake up in the morning I think “what am I going to write about?” Last night I spent a couple hours looking at other blogs - mostly knitters but also general lifestyle blogs. I wonder what it is about this medium that compells us to want to document our lives and then put them out there to share.

I found one blog by an avid knitter who had been living in Paris (she was an American) but was now moving back to North America - this time to Canada. I was unabashedly jealous of her talk about browsing yarn shops throughout Paris but I realized reading it that, had she not kept that blog, I would never have known there was an American girl who lived and knitted in Paris and I like knowing that.

In her blog I found pictures of a shawl I want to make. It is called the Forest Path Stole and it is beautiful. I have to order the book with the instructions.

I got a big order from KnitPicks this week. Some of it I will keep, some is going back to be exchanged for other stuff. I love the idea of wool but, no matter how soft it is, it makes me too twitchy to touch. However, I got several balls of a cotton yarn from them called Shine and the color is breathtaking. It is called Sky and is the clearest, purest blue. I was experimenting with patterns last night and think I am going to make a long, shimmering scarf in the pattern called Frost Flowers. So I need more of that.

Among knitters and sewers there is an acronym - S.A.B.L.E. Stash Accumulated Beyond Life Expectancy. I am a well-qualified member. I don’t even apologize for it anymore. It makes me feel rich and luxurious to have all this vibrant, luscious yarn and fabric ready to be turned into something luscious. I still dream about the Renaissance Shawl - which I have the directions for.

So the air is cool and smells of the sea. I have work to do but have accomplished a lot this week so will feel okay about taking some time off to revel in the day. Tonight Leslie and I are going to the West End Theater to see “Women And The Sea” which my friend Gail is stage manager for. And it is a beautiful day. And the world is filled with promise.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. I found a picture of the Forest Path Stole in black on another blog - I ordered the pattern this afternoon.