My book--The Joy of Color: Fair Isle Knitting Your Way--is getting a makeover at the graphic designer's. I've been writing for YEARS, and I'm still reading and re-reading the text, trying to get it right, to say what I mean. To make it the best it can be. (For updates on publishing status and preorders, sign up for my newsletter at Feral Knitter.)
This has been a very emotional project--such a labor of love that it feels very personal putting it out in public. I'll write more about this another time.
I don't seem to have many words left over.
I started knitting the Pelerine I wrote about in the last blog entry. Perhaps if I actually KNIT it I will stop purchasing the yarn for it!
A year ago a friend of mine called to ask whether I'd like to go on a cruise of the Greek Islands with her. Would I! Of course, in book terms this is a very bad time to take off for two weeks. In personal terms I'm looking forward to it. A few days in Istanbul, then fly to Rome to catch the boat. We'll port in Mykonos, Ephesus, Santorini, Athens, and Ancient Olympia. John and Gingko are going part way with me--they will hack around Italy while I'm on the ship.
And yes, I was just in Sicily. An embarrassment of riches in my life right, a combination of good health and disposable income that not everyone is blessed with. I'm well aware that I have a lot to be grateful for.
What about Mason?, you ask. (I know who you care about!) Our housesitter is moving in to keep him company--we'd never kennel him for such a long period of time, much less leave him alone. I've gotta say, he caught the gold ring when we adopted him!
The most important thing is done: I've settled on my vacation knitting, a simple little shawl out of my wonky handspun. That settled, I've got nothing else to worry about.
Well, except the book.... Sigh.