There was no warning. One day I was wondering if I should turn the air conditioning back on and the next I was pulling hoodies and scarves out of the forgotten dark corners of my closet. I thought it was never going to stop raining. I thought it was going to be warm and muggy for the rest of my life. I thought that global climate change meant Atlanta was now going to have a monsoon season like the tropics. Followed by the dry water restriction season. I was contemplating the purchase of bright colored plastic boots. I was wondering how long it would be before I needed to trade my car in for a boat.
I am not ready. My sweaters are still bagged up. Wooly scarves and hats are in plastic bins with the silk wraps and evening bags I want to have a use for but don’t really. I need to turn out the closets. Put away the linen pants and find my coat.
I’m not ready to turn my heat on and until the cats start trying to sleep under me, I’m not going to. Take that Mother Nature. Take that Gas Company. I currently have on a fleece hoodie and a scarf- if I’d ever knitted myself a pair of fingerless mitts- I’d have those on too.
OK, so I really like Fall. It’s my favorite season. I just expected it to arrive the way it usually does- with some crisp air, lots of sunny days, and a riot of colored leaves. It’s still green, it’s still mostly cloudy, it’s just !@#$%^ cold.
Of course Fall here means that knitters thoughts turn to SAFF (Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair). I won’t be going this year- too much work, not enough wherewithall. But I can tell some of my Friday night group are starting to get excited:
Famous Steve (he of SAFF sheep hat fame) modeling a cowl on his head.
Since I can’t go I have pulled out some Knitting Notions Merino Sport- which I bought at SAFF 2007- as a reminder that I have beautiful yarn waiting to be knit. I’ve cast on for a scarf using a stitch pattern I found in a book from the library: