I was very excited to get out for two road trips this week - day trips, really, but covering a decent distance - and prepped knitting for them and everything. Here is the sock I worked on, during trip one:
It's all chompy! My favourite cute stage for a sock. And maybe you will be able to relate to this, but I was really loving working on it, too.
Since I broke two fingers on my left hand a few years back, I've never felt the same about knitting. It's not smooth and effortless like it was, somehow. I am less confident and engaged in it. Not so as I sat in the car and needled the stitches, flying along, missing even that we were crossing the Skyway Bridge over Burlington Bay (which was just as well, as it's always kind of freaked me out.)
However! the experience was doomed. We stopped at a gas station bathroom and the soap in there smelled so very awful, I didn't want to risk touching my yarn again lest there be odor transfer. So I waited and, among other things, took pictures of the High Falls in Rochester:
Because on a day trip, you totally want to spend four hours driving to Rochester so you can turn around and come home again. To be fair I am glad I saw these gorgeous falls, right smack in the middle of downtown...
... and also that we were able to restock our dwindling supply of Kleenex facial tissues, which are no longer sold in Canada owing to shipping costs.
Coming back we drove the south shore of Lake Ontario and that was lovely too. As was the view of the whirlpool downriver from Niagara Falls.
I even liked the wild plants growing alongside the cliff path enough to take these pictures.
Plus clouds! It was a gorgeous day for clouds. And for rain, which drenched us before drying up again.
When we finally crossed back home to Canada and I didn't have to check my map every ten minutes, I washed my hands one more time to be sure the smell was finally gone, and pulled out my knitting for more excitement. Whereupon I discovered this:
A DROPPED STITCH.
So much for the return of all my carefree knitting flair.
I know I have to rip back and reknit, but I am telling myself I'll be able to pick it up with a crochet hook and carry on. I have to wait for that voice to quiet down. These socks are for Jan, for Christmas, and they have to be perfect.
Later in the week we drove to Buffalo and I brought the other sock, but I was still tired from the previous trip and didn't have the heart to knit much. So instead I will show you pictures fro Delaware Park, which is incredibly lovely and well worth the drive.
That's Hoyt Lake, and here is the Rose Garden.
This time the skies were clear and temperatures were soooo hoooooot... no wonder I didn't pick up my needles as the day progressed.
That brief glimmer of joy in knitting did make me think about what I might cast on next, though, when I finally finish Jan's socks. Maybe a pair of mohair socks, which are faster and so lovely to work with? It might be that I need the change in fiber to claw back some enthusiasm. Or maybe I should make a sweater? Or even a vest. Just some random thing I might never intend to wear, even, launched for the love of knitting it.
After all, autumn is only a month or two away now, and there's nothing nicer than a new knit when the temperatures drop. Not even the view of stunning falls, or a leafy well-groomed park.
Hope you're having a lovely weekend and again, thank you for joining me. I'm going to wander off now and think more about how to handle that dropped stitch. See you next Saturday!
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