I am in a titch of a knitting funk and so am succumbing to the malaise by knitting in glorious cashmere Technicolor. I can't seem to knit those damn socks with much joy these days and so I switched needles and cast on for the decadent, yet understated Klee Scarf from the workshop of A.L. de Sauveterre. The kit was an impulsive splurge, a whim, after reading a thread on Ravelry. When I found the site, I was captivated by the simplicity of the project and the delusion that if I knit this scarf and wrapped it around my neck, I would suddenly become blond, svelte, and winsome...and fluent in French. Leave me my dreams, please.
Instead, I am knitting and knitting row upon row of K3, P3 in beautiful blocks of colour. Now and then I intersperse a block of jet black into the mix. I knit and read. I knit and listen to "The Cat Who..." I knit in bed, I knit outside. I am knitting out my daemon.
Remember this year, on Thursday, May 1, 2008, to please take a few moments to learn, discover, and remember the Holocaust. I will be lighting a candle in memory of my father who was liberated from Bergen Belsen April 16, 1945. He began his journey through the camps in 1936 and spent 9 years in Buchenwald and Flossenburg. He wore a red triangle.