I’ve been in a knitting slump ever since I finished the BSJs. It’s not that I don’t have anything to do, and not that I don’t feel like knitting. I just seem to think about knitting and then reject the possible projects one by one on the basis of not having the mental energy to deal with them. For example, I got some Shibui Sock to attempt the Absinthe socks again (first try in another yarn came out too small), and I looked at the pattern and at the unfinished too-small sock, and thought about whether I could realistically make them to fit me at all, and what could I do to make that happen, and then…mneh. After that, I took up the lanternfish amigurumi, which needed to have its belly grafted. Did that while I saw Ingrid Bergman in Gaslight, then looked at the next direction: pick up for the lips. Pick up? Mneh. Futzed around on Rav for a while until the movie was over (what’s up with the sudden shift in tone at the end? I love Dame May Whitty, but that was weird). Decided that “mneh” is meant to be halfway between “meh” (don’t care) and “nah” (not going to do it). I care, but I’m feeling lazy.
In a final, heroic, last-ditch effort to get knitting something, I wound up a ball of Cascade 220 and cast on for a Hudson Bay crib blanket for the baby. Then I happily garter-stitched on it for over an hour, and am feeling better about things. I’m having trouble relaxing lately. I will, for example, now spend the next hour trying to fall asleep, and once I do, being tense and unhappy until it’s time to get up, which I also will not want to do. At least it’s my weekend. I’m going to relax if it kills me!