My son went to high school this week. I feel acutely that his childhood days are over, and that his adolescent days lie before him in one big hot sticky pimply self-conscious mess. It's a kind of sadness and excitement mixed emotion for me, and I don't like it one bit.
Meanwhile, my chronic and debilitating insomnia is back with a vengeance. It's not the heat either, we have an air-conditioned house. It's something else, a personal thing.
So today I'm taking some me time - I've packed my towel, my hat, my sunglasses and my dog and I'm going to lie on the beach for a few hours. I'll pretend I'm single and childless until the 3 o clock school pickup.
I will show you one thing though before I go - I was admiring some interior design blogs yesterday and I came across this photograph of a hot NYC interior decorating duo.
Well that's all very nice, I hear you say, and the apartment pictures are mouthwatering but I was struck dumb by something else.
Look at that goddamn beautiful dress.
It has been made using the same motif as the rowan carnival shawl as featured in the 2005 Rowan Classic Holiday, and possibly copied by jojoland (assuming the rowan is the original, I suspect variations on this swirl motif have been around for a lot longer) for their melody gradient yarn. I've wanted to make it ever since I saw it. I even have the pattern. And I've always wanted to knit a dress. And I'm not above the process of crochet, so it is very appealing.
The question is, do I have the fortitude to have a crack?
(oh, and I've knit one glove and one sock in January. I have second sock and second glove syndrome)