I am crazy about knitting at the moment - I think because it's an easy bit of creativity to fit in whenever I can: sitting at ballet waiting for Olivia, for half an hour in the late evening before I collapse into bed, for twenty minutes during my break at work. I love knitting for its pick-up-put-down qualities. Little by little it grows no matter how busy I am.
At the beginning of this week I finished a slouchy beanie hat made from sock yarn, and almost immediately felt bereft and cast on something new. Holding the tiny little ball of yarn I had left over from the hat, I was reminded of this shawl which I knit eighteen months ago and wear constantly. I obviously use more sock yarn than I realised because since I finished the shawl, I have once again built up enough yarn oddments to make something with them. This time I've decided to make a simple cowl. I just cast on 160 stitches on 3.25mm dpns, did a few rows of alternating knit and purl to stop the bottom edge from curling, and then switched to stocking stitch. I'll keep going until I run out of little balls of yarn. Easy, mindless knitting - with the added excitement of not being quite sure how it will look when it's finished.