A moth fluttered through the house a few days ago. Not the pretty butterfly kind, but the fibre-eating kind. I had already been methodically bagging and freezing my yarns, then stuffing them in storage bins, but this sped me right up. I’m almost done now, and rediscovered a skein of sweetgeorgia sock yarn in the process.

So that’s how my knitting hiatus ended, with a sock in a kind of waffle stitch pattern that’s easy to remember, so I can sit on the balcony sipping iced tea while I knit. It’s been a strange & wonderful & stressful two months, so it’s nice to get back to the inner calm of handcrafts.