Don’t get me wrong, summer is great in Portland. It’s not too hot, it’s not humid, and basically every day is amazing. The gardens are overflowing with fresh tomatoes and basil and my front yard is bursting with dahlia blooms. Yet I’m not a huge fan of the summer. I want something colder. Days that make you pull on a sweatshirt and bake a pie. I want bonfires and football games and an excuse to drink hot chocolate whenever I can. Butternut squash soup, brown leather boots, and knitting, oh lots of knitting!
I started a Brandywine shawl right before our trip to Crater Lake. My plan was to knit in the car on the way down, but I got distracted by all of the pretty scenery. I can’t read a pattern and also look out the window to save my life. I forget where I am on the pattern in about .05 seconds, causing some cursing.
I can’t watch any kind of television while I knit, either. I usually opt for playing some kind of soothing music, but nothing that I could sing along with, or trying to remember the words would be another distraction! Bach has been my main go-to, and it’s pretty funny to see what it does to the little dog who usually wants to play-play-play.
Then the only distraction I have is his ridiculously cute face. I usually end up putting down my needles just so I can go kiss him right between his eyes. And if you’ll excuse me, I need to go do just that.