I was sitting there in my chair, wanting to knit, but not knowing what to knit. None of my projects were calling out to me. I sat there, frustrated and restless.
Somewhere, in the dark recesses of my mind, I heard a small voice whisper, "Fruit of the Vine".
Fruit Of The Vine.
Oh, yeah. That scarf I'd loved so much up at Hank's. The one I tried to knit pink, but it insisted on being blue. That one.
The only problem was, where had that darn thing gotten to? I remembered it had gotten put away in a flurry of cleaning sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas, but where? Well, there was nothing to do but go look for it. So I did.
Long story short, the craft closet is now a mess, but the scarf has been found!
As an added bonus, I also found the Orkney Pi, which is barely begun.
And last year's anniversary mystery shawl, which I really ought to finish, since the next one starts in just over a week. Naturally, I signed up for it.
I was on the last section before the border when the mojo deserted me. Maybe if I sit and look at it long enough, my mojo will come home.
And your parting shot for the day: Storm clouds, just arriving.
It's gonna be a rough night, folks. Or as my ol' Dad would have said, "Batten down the hatches, she's gonna blow!"