Can we please find our rhythm again? My anxiety has been sky high lately and you’ve always been able to steady my hands. To ease my chest. To smooth the dangerous rapids in my brain to a babbling brook.
But we’ve had to rip out a lot of the progress we’ve made. Many months I have searched with no plum yarn to be found. So I am adapting with a soft compliment. Deep breath. Pull the thread.
So off we go! All my detailed notes at the ready and they are still missing key clues. We’ve talked about this. I need to write everything down, no matter how obvious at the time. I’m no longer the person I used to be. Past me is often a mystery. Future me is always evolving. Present me just wants to relax.
Don’t even get me started on this one. The tale of my first design, and my first wool sweater, is for another day.
So, my darling Knitting, I’m rather tired of learning my lessons. May this letter find you well and may your calming effect be restored. 🙏🏼
Sincerely,
Anxious Knitter
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 