Hi, September! This year Winter stuck around well into April, so why not Summer in September? There’s wool to be meddled with, that’s why. Woe to the cool autumn breezes, that the air conditioning is still going strong.
Whether a fiber fancier’s habit, a Northern hemisphere cultural paradigm, or just plain old mainstream marketing, when September hits I start wanting textured cables – just as surely as I want warm gooey chocolate when the oven timer for the brownies goes off. The 90-degree afternoons count for naught. Those current projects? Pshaw! Surely nothing is more important in this moment than newly dyed yarn in Fall’s limited burnt-red-orange, and cables on mitts. Second only to the sweater-jacket (Ash by Amy Christoffers) that I’ve suddenly, and drastically, decided would be perfect not in woodsmoke grey or charcoal or orange, but in a gentle shadowy mint green. Hurricane mist on the Atlantic shore. I see what you did there, September.
These two (very, very insistent) daydreams aside, this month I’m looking to finish a Christmas sweater for this year (improvising the pattern), and start picking up pace on another from last year. I’ve promised the recipient of the later that it will be done before it’s cold; wish me luck!
Somewhere in the summer days, I lost my trajectory and ended up dabbling with all kinds of dangling possibilities. Now that Fall has put her sensible feet on the ground and looked ahead down the road, I see I’m going to have to run to keep up with her smart heels clicking down the pavement. I’ve all but forgotten our last meeting, and she has scheduling notes on that clipboard under her arm. I’m pretty sure I had a project list around here somewhere…