I I feel like it is a really slow go with the Log Cabin, but I am pleased with the progress. I get about one and a half colors done in a evening sitting. I make those garter mistakes and have to tink back.
I’m trying to look at each row before I go on to see if I’ve missed a stitch. Why can’t I do that one easy thing?
Kara and I made a good yarn trade. Look at the gorgeous handspun she sent me. It feels delicious. I see a hat! It is “rustic” as she said in her note. I love rustic.
Side note: I volunteered in the class which is made up of deaf children yesterday at the barn. Gosh it was quiet . I LOVED it. I talk too much because I feel like I have to keep a conversation up. Im usually tired after. Being a better listener has been part of my everyday goal for YEARS.
I came from a loud loud family of 6 kids and 2 parents and 1 grandparent. IT was chaotic always. The only time we all shut up was in church.
I distinctly remember being told to be quiet on family vacations in the car. I didnt know I was a chatterbox. We all interrupted each other and finished each others sentences. When my family met Fireman they thought he was mute.
It is my nature I guess. It was so relaxing to watch others communicate. I was fascinated. There was no pressure to join the conversation. I just led the horse.
So …… quiet. Thoughts?