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Knitting post.

My knitting life has been full-steam ahead practically since I started. This is not to say that the results have always been great (ha. haha.), but there has always been drive and pleasure in the process. I liked it. A lot.

Somewhere around Thanksgiving, my knitting train started a slow and steady derailing. I finished my white, purple-flecked socks in December; by the end of the month, I'd cranked out a small dolly-angel for a Christmas present for my Grandma, which was finished solely because of the holiday- I lost motivation right after her head and belly were completed; I'd started Nathan's socks... but those have YET TO BE FINISHED (fyi: it's April and I rarely need more than a month for a pair of socks); and there's been this lovely shawl pattern on which I've clicked away a few rows here and there. The knitting train was grinding to a hault.. things weren't getting finished... I could give or take the knitting time... without Maman to knit with, it kind of started to suck.

These are the fruits of my labor since August:

That is, my friends, my big ol' pot of depression soup. Not to say necessarily that I'm depressed, but no wonder I was starting to hate knitting. The only color in my repertoire was khaki green and khaki... and those were linen so they made my hands ache in a deep and exhausting sort of way.

This has been my response to the problem. Color work and holy crap my sock yarn is of the Caribbean.

Interestingly, while I was meditating on my own gray scale pot of depression soup, I realized that I had found my husband's recipe for le soup:
Mendon's solution

C'est tout!