What with all the activity in the house the past week or so, it was easy to ignore.  There was cooking, eating, and playing games with my niece.  There were origami birds, and frogs, there were walks to the mail box, and trip to a local potter.  Saturday they left and the storm barreled in, more than 56 hrs. of rain, ice, sleet, snow, shoveling, blowing, raking the barn roof, plowing, more and then more of the same.  We spent hours in the rain and  sleet, pulling as much ice bound snow from the valleys of the barn roof as we could.  By the time we called it quits, the trees limbs around us were snapping under the new 1/2" coating of ice that we’d hardly noticed.  I ran up to the house to pump water.  It seemed nearly impossible that we wouldn’t lose power.   When I sat down that evening, I was tired, ready to do nothing. So it went.  Everytime I began to think about it, I had plenty of other things to keep me busy.  Until this morning.  There it was, pushing at me, taunting me while I sipped my first cup of coffee.  Two weeks had passed since I had finished knitting something I enjoyed.  There wasn’t anything on my list that I couldn’t wait to start.  I had NO MoJo.   

There has been plenty to do.   I’ve had orders to dye.  My sister had me dye a couple pairs of socks (she’d bought 7 pairs of the same green socks "on sale").  And, she’d brought along two halves of a lovely lace scarf for me to overdye for a friend who had inadvertently knitted them from two very different dye lots.  I’ve been playing with a "new" yarn.  Trying to find out how it takes the dye, and trying a couple colorways.

I’d been thinking about a new wood shop project for Chris.  I wanted a swift that turned on two sets of ball bearings, one that turned smoothly and without friction.  He got to work and we’ve got our prototype.  I’ve used it all day.  Changes and refinements are in the works.

I think this little swift will make my days of rewinding go a lot more smoothly.

 

But knitting.  I can’t find the right project.  I can’t find the right combination of yarn and pattern.  I can’t find my mojo.   I’ll finish the first "Ember Sock".  It has been waiting in the wings.  Maybe, while I knit, an idea will begin to form.  Stitch by stitch..

The woods are lovely.  The ice washed away in the rain. The birches stood straight again and it snowed.  That’s got inspiration written all over it.