Spring is sprung, the blossoms have riz,
the air is sweet with the smell of Daphne, a calvacade of Wattle lines the Highways like a yellow tunnel and the Honeyeaters crowd the Grevillias, flitting from flower to flower.
With the help of some serious antibiotics and several Osteo visits my body is finally coming to right. I really didn't know how bad I was until I got better. It's nice being able to breath again, to have some energy back and, most of all, it's nice to be knitting again.
The orphaned sleeves are getting some attention and, true to form, I'm swatching for the next project.
Three skeins of Manos from the New York visit are being swatched for the Rib-Warmer, an Elizabeth Zimmerman classic. I will have to conquer my aversion to Garter Stitch if I am going to do this pattern justice but its simplicity appeals to me (plus its a big knit so I can ensure I have my kniting mojo completely back.
The Osteo suggested the reason I lost it was my shallow breathing (because my lungs hurt) was pinching the upper nerves of my arms - causing the uncomfortable numbness in the hands and finger. House would be proud (or not).
As a result of the medication and manipulation I sat in the Theatre yesterday, plotted the lighting states for the Opera benefit, listened to arias and duets from Puccini and Verdi, and knitted.
Now that's a Good feeling.