Sitting here, the second day of a dismal grey mess in the sky, a week now since a disastrous break up working up a pair of socks for a partner I no longer have. I'm doing my best to put some good energy in them, some witchery, if you will, in regards to feelings. Nothing bad, nothing painful, but hopeful reminiscence of when things were solid and inspirational. I'm working up a pair of socks for someone I'm not sure still loves me, or even did. I'm working from the cuff down, a striped bit of business, so reflective of our time together. I like some of the stripes as they show themselves.....others I can't wait to get past, but the pattern as a whole, when you step back and look at it from a distance looks wonderful. Listening to Diamanda Galas. "My World Is Empty Without You" and working up a pair of socks.
...so mote it be.