This weekend I got to give my new sunflower swift a (literal) whirl. Well, rather it was Mr Awesome who set the swift and ball winder up and wound this sparkly green skein into a perfect little centre-pull ball, ready for use.
But since Saturday I have not been able to knit. Some days I find it difficult to indulge in that pastime which most comforts me because I am feeling worried or upset. I know how contradictory that sounds; that if it is something that comforts me it should be the exact thing to do to help me through times of stress or worry, but instead it is as if there is a marked difference between daily stresses and natural ups and downs and specific worry that stops me from knitting even the most basic of projects.
And I know why it is. Something in the back of my mind tells me that if I knit whilst I am uneasy or unsettled then my knitting shall bring back thoughts of that unease, stress or upset. But a few days on I am missing that sense of creativity and would like to pick up my needles and cast on this yarn, I just need to find those last few grains of inspiration.