Windmills

It has been week full of windmills.
My dad has been diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer. I am trying to get home - goodbye volcanic ash cloud. I have to cancel our June wedding and make a shotgun wedding at home happen as fast as possible so that my dad can be at our wedding. But there are good things: how strong our family is, how proud I am of my dad, and how family and friends come together in a time of crisis. I am so thankful for the support we are receiving. But there have been some howling on the floor moments, believe me.

Craft is so important because it settles me into a rhythm. It's a steady thing when everything feels either ridiculously fast or insanely slow. I need the clinking of the knitting needles to remind me that I can tick on just as life ticks on, in the same pace and in sync with it. It sounds dumb, but it's true. Other less soulful remedies include watching episodes of Project Runway (Auf Wiedersehen Heidi) and the Ikea catalogue.

I went to Morris and Sons today and got myself a pair of lovely Knit Pro Synfonie Wood bamboo needles - thanks for the recommendation to switch to bamboo, Sarah. Hopefully that will help the RSI issue.  I would post photos of the things I've been knitting if I had the camera but alas I can't find it - I may post some tomorrow!