Fluff

I have spent the first week of the new year reading with delight so many of the blogging world's wonderful posts to the extent that I feel quite inadequate. Hence my silence thus far.
What can I say?
The new year has begun with the children back at school and the 6.30 am starts are only bearable as they allow me the delight of seeing the most gorgeous sunrises over the sound every morning.
I began the new year with a sense of ennui and started knitting a sock only to find that it wasn't what I wanted to do. I wanted something basic and thoughtless to give me time to meditate. So a blanket has been started in fluffiness and softness and is a mindless row after row of garter stitch. I'm using up yarn I had at the bottom of my stash...some gorgeously soft blue mohair that my mother in law gave me from an unfinished project of hers with some fluffy synthetic stuff that I bought on a whim a few years ago. It is lovely and soft and fluffy when knit up, but is quite rough on the hands while knitting. The colours in the photo aren't quite right...the red is more blue than that.

And Why a blanket? Well I live in hope that we may actually get a winter that requires snuggling up on the couch. So far it has been very dissappointing. The days are usually between 8-14 degrees Celsius, and even at night it is rarely getting below freezing. Every night I check the 10 day forecast to see if a change is on the way...but to no avail...tomorrow it's supposed to be 18 degrees C!!!! Unheard of! The only snow we have are the lovely snowflakes on the windows. I'm thinking of making more as it may be all we see this year.

All this weird weather adds to my feeling of not quite knowing what to do with myself. I always feel that the new year should herald a change, but this year I feel stuck in limbo. I am hoping with the start of the Chinese new year in early February that I will suddenly be filled with purpose...it is after all the year of the pig this year (my sign). February is always a good month anyway, with my birthday and my husbands and our wedding anniversary all rolled into 2 weeks. And another trip to Vermont with friends is likely. So it is just January to contend with. A slow start is not always a bad start.