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Knitting Inspiration - Spirals. I completely failed to do one of these posts last week (all of my weekly posts, in fact), and the reason for that is what inspires me this week. My life feels like one gigantic spiral right now-swirling endlessly towards some crucial nexus. If I try to see the entirety of it at once it terrifies me, like trying to touch a hurricane while standing in the middle of it, but at the same time, watching it rush around me and focusing on a single rotation at a time is a weird kind of beautiful.

What I mean to say is that I’m trying my best to accomplish one hour, day, week of things at a time while hoping that together they add up to the massive, exciting thing I can just barely perceive on my horizon.

Sources are, as always, in the captions and below.

Pieces of Eight Mitts

Vortex Shawl

Spiral Yoke Pullover

Vortex Throw and Pillows

Hurricane Hat

Sagrantino Shawl

Ten Stitch Twist

Carousel

Cool Beans!

I was just glancing at tumblr tonight and realized that this blog has 100 followers.

100 is such a nice round number. Thank you all for hitting that little button and deciding to add my content to your dash. I’ve been quite miserably sick the last week, so sick that I couldn’t even enjoy reading because it made my eyes hurt. Instead, I’ve watched a ridiculous amount of tv and made serious progress on my One Ring scarf. 

So basically, I’ve had a pretty crappy week and just seeing this made me feel a little better. So thanks guys!

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