yarn along, jan 8

So here we are again, at the first of the year, and it’s the same shawl I was working on last year about this time. BUT. I’s a good girl; when it unraveled from the bind off, I walked away from it for over three months. I had a few false starts with a cowl, and I ended up picking this up out of the basket on Monday, and would you know? It’s knitting up incredibly fast now- I powered through a huge chunk of rows before I realized and I do believe we can call this shawl done, really done, and off to the intended receiver by the end of the week, providing I don’t mess up the bind off. It will meet an end in the best possible way.

I’m reading When Mockingbirds Sing by Billy Coffey. I haven’t gotten very far but I’m already intrigued and sucked into the story. I can already attest that his writing voice is genuine and familiar. The South he writes about is my South- I recognize it on the page. As ever, I appreciate anyone who doesn’t draw the characters to abstraction or to cliche, and he hasn’t done neither. Have a feelin’ it’s gonna be a right fine read. (And thus ends my writin’ like I talk, ’cause I don’t need to make your head hurt.)

Joining Ginny today.