Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I miss knitting.

It hit me this week that it's time to start knitting again.  Must be the fall bite in the air (which, btw, is quite annoying since it's still August and we didn't even get the true feel of summer here until practically July.  But I'm not bitter.).  I can't really say I don't have anything on my needles, because I do.  It's been hanging out in my knitting bag for months now, and I can't seem to get through more than two rows before I start yawning from boredom.  I think it could be because it's a re-run---I've knit one already and liked it so much I decided to cast on another.  And this one's red; a really, really beautiful red.  Lamb's Pride Blue Blood Red.  Apparently, that's still not enough to lure me back.  For now, I've lost interest.  Maybe I have K(nitting)ADD?

Whatever the reason, I'm not inspired by what I have going, and yet I'm really in the mood to knit.  So, it's time to pick a new project and cast on.  I've found myself poking around on Ravelry the past few days, looking for something I just have to make.   Even if it's just a scarf.  Heck, it's been so many months since I've been serious about knitting, it probably should be just a scarf.   We'll see.

I'm posting about this to keep myself honest.  I will cast on a new project within the week.  And I will post about it.

There.  No pressure.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Dear Colin

You've probably noticed that I've tucked references to Bermuda into a couple of recent posts, whether or not it was really relevant.  That's because mentally, I'm still there.   I'm not sure what it was about that trip in June, but the sights and feel of Bermuda have stayed with me more than any "tropical" vacation I've taken.  We've been lucky over the years to have traveled to Hawaii, the Mexican Caribbean, and the U.S. Virgin Islands...all beautiful tropical destinations.  But Bermuda...ahh, well, it's just special.

Of course, it may have been the very special wedding; seeing your daughter so happy is bound to make for many fond memories.  

But, there was really something more than that.  From the time we stepped off the plane until the time we left five days later, I was mesmerized by this little island just 650 miles off the coast of North Carolina.

By the beautiful waters in so many shades of turquoise.

By the lush greenery and the colorful houses with their pristine white roofs (for collecting the rain water).

By the incredibly friendly, accommodating, and gracious Bermudians, who seem to have eluded my camera...

Bermuda's tourism slogan: "Feel the love".  It's truth in advertising.  I can't wait to go back.

So, dear Colin,

Please leave my island alone.   Thank you.