I’ve sorted through my stash, keeping only the most precious items, reducing the collection to a medium sized blue tub. I’ve traded my spinning wheel for a massage, shortly before binding off my one attempt at knitting up my homespun — a large and rather hideous pi shawl. Spinning can not co-exist with my children and my life right now. When the kids are gone off to college, and if my interest is still there, I’ll pick it up again. In the mean time, I will appreciate others handspun wool.

DH and I also unloaded ourselves of over 500 books - a process that reflected our identities back to ourselves better than any photo album could. I am trying to write about it over at aqueduct, my other blog. Check back there later today to see if I finished my essay.

On the needles - a lace shrug I lost interest in, sock a palooza socks that need some grafting, and a couple of swatches.

School starts again this weekend. By August, I should have both a Ph.D. and a M.A. in hand, and can safely say I will never, ever, enroll in another graduate program again. Lets see if we can turn any of those letters into a real job!