sticks, beads and strings
make wonderful, beautiful things

No Notes Needed

So, I went camping this past weekend. I won’t be getting any thank you cards for the knitting I did, mostly because I didn’t do any. I took it, sock yarn, needle, pattern on an index card, all in a pocket on my ruck. I also took a book.

Instead of knitting and reading, though, I cooked when I was hungry and slept when I was tired. And I spent a lot of time looking into a fire and thinking thoughts, sorting things out. It was the most fun I have had in months.

RSS feed | Trackback URI

Comments »

No comments yet.

Name (required)
E-mail (required - never shown publicly)
Your Comment (smaller size | larger size)
You may use <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> in your comment.

Trackback responses to this post