Treading water

I feel the world moving all around me - people are going places, spring is opening buds on the trees - but I'm not feeling the effect of cosmic propulsion, let alone springtime. Even recent holidays haven't put me in a seasonal mindset.

My theory is that my knitting has been shelved for about six weeks now (put aside by a self-employed music educator's preparation for the 1040), and I've not had hands in creating items of beauty and purpose. I need to look through my bestial stash of yarns and patterns and find a spring something to put on the needles. The half-finished wool charity scarf isn't doing it for me. Maybe something for the Kidlet. I'll see if tonight brings any inspiration.

Happy New Blog!

Welcome to my life. A far cry from the pink diary of 1977, isn't it? The cyberworld still holds a bit of mystery for me; I'm not sure exactly how this blog will evolve, but it will probably amalgamate several elements.
I am a parent.
I am a knitter.
I am a vocal musician and teacher.
I am Meema.