Yesterday I did it. I quit making excuses and cleaned the house. The pile of magazines are gone, the sheets are clean, the floors are mopped, the throw rugs are washed and the ring in the tub is no more. I even cleaned up my desk. That's when I came across this poem that John wrote for me.
The Wool Winder
Fibers spun into a yarn
Sheep in meadow, field and barn
Birch-wood needles knit and purl
The ball winder's twist and whirl
Skein is stretched upon the swift
Row markers made just for a gift
Projects made to give away
Blessing someone day by day
It's a blessing to have a husband who supports my knitting obsession and doesn't mind if the house gets a little out of whack once in a while.
Off to Iowa tomorrow. Got to run some last minute errands and pack. There will be knitting time on the plane. I think I'll work on John's Trekking socks.
And because every post is better with a picture. Here's a totally unrelated one I took at Red Butte Garden in Salt Lake City last month.