Another month has come and gone, and while everyone seems to be writing their round-up posts, I find myself thinking I don’t have a lot to show. Still, November held its own quiet adventures.
I began the month with sock knitting, buoyed by the success of October’s Pixie boots. With Tony’s help, a long-neglected jigsaw puzzle was finally completed, quickly followed by a second. For our anniversary, we took a day trip to Lake Heron in the Ashburton lakes region of the South Island — a lovely outing with a picnic before heading home again.
There was a brief celebration when, after several failed attempts, I managed to turn the heel of a sock. Yay! But the joy was short-lived, and I’ve since admitted that sock knitting is not for me. Another puzzle was started, though its strangely shaped pieces demanded a rethink.
My scrappy hexagons returned to the table, as did my secret Christmas ornaments. Those ornaments are now finished and already winging their way to family and friends, ready to hang on trees around the world.
One stormy day, trapped in a dark house by a power failure and heavy rain, I found a bright-ish corner and cast on a knitted washcloth. The first attempts were frustrating, but persistence paid off, and my collection of cloths is steadily growing. Once the power was restored and I could get the car out of the garage, I blew off steam in the op shops. Lucky finds followed me home: bags of yarn and fabric, plus a project for Tony.
My final act of November was to cast on yet another washcloth. And so, with socks abandoned, puzzles reshaped, ornaments completed, and cloths multiplying, I think I’m happy to leave November behind.
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