Knitting has always been a refuge; a gateway to meditation. Like anything that is good for me, I struggle to pick up the needles until well after the point I needed to, but the healing they bring is always immeasurable.
Knitting through the valleys and cliffs of graduate school. Knitting through the trauma, heartache and despair of infertility. And now knitting again through this transition.
Two hats and a set of fingerless gloves down. Martha's hat to go and these gloves for me in progress. Plans for other projects to come.