for it is waking that understands sleep
and not sleep that understands waking.
- C.S. Lewis
They are finished. My February UFO. My ode to New England. My 102nd pair of socks. The reason I ever bought the book Knitting on the Road. (It was the first knitting pattern book I ever bought, and I bought it "for inspiration" at a time I could barely purl.)The lovely photos and full details, however, were hijacked by my post-call "nap." Notice the pajamas? Yeah, I thought so. I'm off to throw these in a lavendar bath, so I can show you lovely photos later this week.
How is it that I am this tired when I spend all my off time sleeping?