Mildly surprised this morning to wake to a light covering of snow. Insufficient to hide the grass completely, but more snow than we have seen since we moved to Orkney.
I woke from a dream of somebody close, and felt their distance terribly when I had to let them go on waking. It was so real… Dreams such as that disturb me and unsettle me for days. I feel in need of comfort now – the reassuring hug that I crave will not come my way, it is hundreds of miles way – and eight or nine years gone. It didn’t feel that way in my sleep. Chocolate generally fits the bill 
Watched downloads of Torchwood and Ashes to Ashes last night on the lappie in bed. I seized the opportunity to cast on The Dreaming Peacocks on two sticks. It’s going magnificently, and I am already back to the point at which I ripped it. A seam in my hat I can live with. The constant trauma of tinking knitting that caught continuously on the “step” of a circular needle, I could not. My tension is far better and I am altogether happier with my Fountain Hat project now.
Nell is still very much out of sorts and moody. I expect that we will spend this slightly snowy day by the fire. I hope to finish my hat in peace. Mr L is in charge of a non-curry dinner today and we shall be having my favourite recipe from the Enchanted Broccoli Forest book – the influenced vegetable stew. Great comfort food on a dismal day, and a chance to get all sloppy and romantic together, as we recall one August weekend from a few years ago… around eight or nine, I do believe… I lose count, but I know that it only feels like yesterday.
(Yes, a strange juxtaposition of statements in this post… but life is like that – very complicated and strange.)
Once the fountain Hat is off the needles, I hope to set my needles aside for a few days and go work with paper and glue in my workroom. I have some upcoming swaps to attend to and they involve making and decorating envelopes, among other things. I love to make envies!
I hope to be less strange and complicated by my next post. Normal service should be resumed shortly. Perhaps I am catching Nell’s moods.