Mail Day brings goodies.

My postman automatically hands me my packages and waits for me to open them to show him my new yarn purchases. I don't think he's ever seen me wear a hand knit and he's commented on that recently. I have to get cracking and wow him.

This past week brought me a skein of Madelinetosh merino/bamboo and two of Cablefreak's little socks. The Madelinetosh will be socks for me and the remaining two were to contribute to a fundraiser and have no current plans.

I have also recently finished a hat for my little man. I doubt he'll be so reluctant to wear it when the temperatures start approaching freezing. It's cascade 220 heathers and the pattern is who? by Sara Amarosa.

A year later, a finished project.

Poor neglected blog. You realize just how long it's been when you use the yarn you last posted (July of 2009) a full year later in the next post.

It became this sweet little sweater for my neighbour's toddler.

It appears to have gently kicked my knitting mojo back into gear and hopefully there will be more to come.

Where dontcare does care.

It's only taking me what feels like an entire lifetime to get to this point. Ordinarily at 32 that would be laughable but I have lived more in the past ten years of my life then more will in the remainder of theirs. The wedding went well, but I'm suffering from a letdown of all the build up and my husband's absence. With him being military he'll only be home for about 45 days between January 1st and October of this year. He's set to deploy to Afghanistan in a couple short months. Knitting keeps me sane. Without the soothing presence of knitting needles I don't think I have the coping skills to get by.

Just when I started to truly feel sorry for myself, that my first years as a newlywed will be mostly alone I received yarn in the mail. It always seems to show up the minute it's needed. It's colored string. It's much more than colored string. It's a bit of a bright light on a grey day.