I finished the Exploration Station pattern by the fabulous Stephen West over Summer and as far as knitting experiences go it was a truly enjoyable one. Lots of soothing garter stitch rows to begin with followed by some new-to-me knitting techniques and interesting stitch combinations to keep things interesting. I stretched the thing to oblivion during the blocking process as I do like an oversized shawl but it may not have been the best idea as the Brioche section looks a little too stretched now. The more eagle-eyed knitters out there will also spot the mistakes - the first row of yarn-overs in the white edging is a bit off and the stripy section before that is much shorter than it should have been thanks to the Whippet destroying the remaining navy blue yarn. The i-cord bind-off took forever and a day but all can be forgiven because it did create the loveliest finished edge. I really love how it turned out and I wore it for the first time tonight at the local Village Association drinks.
I also just recently finished reading "The Light Between Oceans" by M. L. Stedman. It is the story of a Lighthouse Keeper and his wife living on a remote island off Western Australia. It is a heartbreaking story about love and loss and about right and wrong. I had to check my own morality a few times along the way, often siding with the wrongdoers, or at least empathising with them. It's apparently going to be turned into a feature film but filmed here in Tasmania instead of Western Australia. It will definitely make for some compelling viewing.
In other news, we are getting to the pointy end of the farm development with just 12 weeks to go until we open. Life is going to change in a way that I can't really imagine but I do know that whenever there is a 12 week period before a deadline or a life-changing event my brain goes into overdrive compiling a list of things that need to be done. Because everyone knows that 12 weeks is the magic number. A shorter length of time isn't long enough to achieve the goal and any longer than 12 weeks then one loses motivation. This is what I plan to do in the next 12 weeks:
1) Knit myself my first jumper.
2) Lose those few kilos that have been hanging around these past few years
3) Do a crash course in self love and accept the fact that I have been putting off 1) until 2) has been achieved and that maybe I just need to embrace this new body shape of mine as my new 'normal'
4) Embark on a complete house declutter.
5) Train the puppy entirely and wean him off book spines, shoes and wooden toys
6) Finish painting the kitchen
7) Read the 4 novels that are sitting on my bedside table.
8) Do a course in Floral Arranging and Bee-keeping, a Barrista course, a course in small business management, MYOB accounting, a course in time-management skills, a course in 'getting back into the workforce after a decade of child-rearing" and a course in "fitting it all in" but only if I have time.
9) Read the entire Harry Potter series to the boys at bedtime
10) Be a fabulous wife, mother, dance mum, soccer mum, friend. Heck, just be fabulous all the time.
And pigs may fly.
You may be able to do anything in 12 weeks, but surely not everything. The fact that I couldn't recall any previous goals successfully reached within a 12 week period should have sent alarm bells off but it was the look on my Husband's face that alerted me to my insanity as I rattled off all of the things I felt I had to get done.
Perhaps instead I might just carry on as normal. Do less rather than more. I think I'm going to spend this time recovering from this stressful development period and just focus on doing one thing at a time, finishing what I've started, resting when I can and staring out the window at the view as much as I like. I'm not going to do anymore lists. Things will get done when they get done.
I'm joining Ginny and all the other knitters and readers over here today.
Shawl notes ravelled here.