That's what today was. Today was the closing on my father's house. My beloved father who passed away in June, and whom I desperately miss. Coincidentally, yesterday was the anniversary of my mother's death. This has not been an easy week for me, even though yarn still does make me happy.
By the way, the socks won. Of course they did. What do we turn to when we need that comfort food of wool? Those easy, familiar, friendly, not demanding or stress-making socks that fit into your bag and go with you everywhere and are like a comforting cup of tea. They are green. Ish. When I have more than two rounds on them, I'll take a photo.
Our knitting group at work is making blocks for an afghan to be raffled, and they chose the yarn I despise most in the world - the homespun. It is unbearable yarn to me, but it is for charity and who am I to belittle somebody's choice in life?
If you have a moment, could you just send an uplifting thought my way? You don't have to write anything. Just think it. It'll get here.