Knitting Dragonflies

I begin to wonder if the number of sweaters I have planned to knit is similar to the length of the hair on a wooly worm. If so, we are in for a severe winter. It all began in the middle of summer, it’s hot, humid and I’m sweating. But for some reason keep begin drawn to bulky yarn, and sweater patters. Now I’m at that point in my life when I can have a full blown hot flash, anytime, anywhere. And I haven’t worn a sweater, unless it was a cardigan that I could whip off in an instant. OK, I need to back up, maybe it actually started last winter. The winter of 09 here was a bad one, we had a huge ice storm and lost power in the house, (and most of the city) for days. Some residents in Kentucky were out for 2 weeks, it was brutal. During that time we stayed in he house and bundled up. Rummaging through the closets and locating that specific item is difficult, especially with nothing but a flashlight. It was then, that the insanity began. I didn’t find what I was looking for,

Snowing again. In this city people have an idea of what winter is really suppose to be like, but only experience it about every 15-20 years. It lives in peoples memories and stories passed down. This Winter has been Bright, Icy, Cold and Snowy. Everything you would want in a winter. During one dog walk, with the cold air blowing and snowflakes dancing across my cheeks a flood of memories came back to me from my childhood. Icicles hanging from houses, snowmen, and snow angels, wet mittens and socks. A chance to get all of my hand knitted items out and wear them. Walking down the street in a Elizabeth Zimmerman inspired ski sweater that I have only worn twice. (really warm) So many winter memories, snow ball fights and forts, the dogs experience their first snow and romp and play. The sun is blinding, I have forgotten how bright it can be when there is snow, and the sky is a beautiful clear blue. A blue I want to knit with. I pick up my needles and yarn to knit somethin