Friendship Mitts on the needles today and no, I'm not hankering for fall! I needed something mindless to keep my hands busy and this is just the thing.
Notice my deluxe stitch markers; made with love by dad and the envy of many a knitting friend. Every time I move one from left to right as I go round and round I think of him peering through his tiny glasses making the beads just right. And then my knitting looks more beautiful to me, and my heart swells and bursts as love pours out into the yarn. When they're finished I give them away - and all that swelling and bursting and pouring moves farther into the world, one person at a time.