Home at last. We had a really great holiday and there was lots of knitting done, tho' Iced isn't quite finished.
Photos and more details in a few days.
In the meantime, look what I found on the ever-entertaining blog of Sheknitupthatball.
by Gayle Brandeis
When you knit my sweater,
leave some holes, some knobbly nubs,
I want to see where your hands have been.
I don't want anyone to think a machine
has knit this, don't want anyone to think
it came from a store. I want you to breathe
through the gaps in the wool, want your knuckles
to bulge at the collar, the hem. I want to feel
your knit and purl like an inhale and exhale,
surrounding me like a fly in the perfect,
imperfect, spiderweb silk of your love.
Isn't that just wonderful? I defy anyone not to be moved by that, and especially knitters.
You already know that I'm very sentimental so I'll freely admit that I got a lump in my throat.