I've been thinking about that phrase "water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink" lately. Probably because it's been raining off and on (mostly on) for a week or so with more in the forecast for the days ahead. Also, for some reason the saying leaves me with a feeling of frantic exasperation and exhaustion which is what I've been feeling this week.
I'm going to be doing the super-mom thing and escort my DD to Kansas City this Friday/Saturday so she can spend time with a friend from college. But it means that everything I need to have done for work must be done by 5 pm today. That has left me in a mild to moderate panic much of the week since this is my big (& FINAL) deadline week at the magazine. (It goes to print on Monday.)
All of which is to say, there hasn't been much by way of knitting or photography (that's not magazine related) this week.
I have eeked out a few moments here and there to pick up the needles (or let's face it, I would have been checked into the mental ward by now!)
I finished the anklets I was knitting.
Because they're just little anklets, I had half the skein left over. It's such pretty, sparkly yarn I felt the sirens' call to turn the rest into a mitten project for the state fair. So I cast on for those a couple evenings ago.
I think the black really makes the colors in the variegated yarn pop. What do you think?
Anyone else out there find that just a few minutes to knit (or sew, or read, or write, etc.) is the perfect antidote to the stresses of everyday life?