The weekend was lovely. I hope yours was, too. I spent a bit of time with a new project. I’m having difficulty with socks. I’m almost certain this has to do with signing up for Summer of Socks ’08. I was fine until I started a pair of summer socks. The pink socks. I don’t know what switch got turned off, but it did and I ended up ripping the sock. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the sock. It was quite beautiful. But, I was not in love. I wasn’t even in like. This is what happened.
It’s a small scarf. It’s soft and lovely and the merino/bamboo are a perfect fit. I even spent an hour spinning. It was a great weekend. The weather on Sunday was incredible, so I did some yard work and then, knit outside. Lovely.
Sometimes the music means more than you wish it did. This song is forever burned in my brain. I had not thought about it for many years and Margene reminded me of Tim Buckley and his brilliance burning out too soon. And, his son, Jeff, who died too early as well. The memories I have that are related to the song are still a bit difficult, yet I would not be the person I am if I had not experienced what I did. So, I suppose, in the long run, I’m grateful. And, the music still lingers in my heart and soul. For that I am grateful, as well.
It’s the beginning of a new week. Possibilities. Have a good one!