Well, the first cold of the school year has left me without a speaking voice, so I thought I'd pour a few unspoken words into a blog post instead. It turns out that using a whisper voice isn't a horrible thing for a kindergarden teacher, especially when there are two other teachers in the classroom who have their full speaking capacity.
I finished a pair of socks back before the Olympics started, and they've remained unblogged until now. I love them. I loved knitting them. They're plain stockinette.
I said on this blog a while ago that I had never knitted a pair of stockinette socks, and I saw no reason to do it. But for some reason I gave it a try, and wow I really liked it. Sure, there's a ribbed cuff and a little bit of slip-stitching on the heel, but the rest is knit, knit, and knit again.
Thoughts about what I would say in this post were swirling around in my head as I took pictures of my feet, and they suddenly started melding with other thoughts I've been having today. When I first announced that I had a new job, I wasn't sure exactly which classroom would become mine. Now I've had a few weeks with my three-to-six-year olds, and I'm really loving the work. They're so independent at this age, and yet everything is brand new to them.
This is the mental conflict I'm running into: I'm very smart. I'm not trying to say this in an elitist way, or make any judgments about anyone other than myself, but that's what I'm saying. In the past I have been paid a lot of money to solve some very hard problems, and I was really good at it. Now I'm being paid comparatively a lot less money, and I have two degrees more than what is necessary for my position.
I'm also very happy and no longer get depressed on Sunday knowing that Monday morning is coming.
And so I'm wondering: Is stockinette enough? What if I tell you that it's a joyous colorway, the yarn feels delightful in my fingers, and there are only a few splitty stitches? Will the other knitters think I'm a bore, even though I've got an Argyle in my closet and a Venezia in the works? It's my hope that some of them might agree that sometimes it's good to have a talented knitter get back to basics, if for nothing else than to inspire the next generation of sock knitters.
I think that with all things, time will give me my answers. (I also think that not sleeping well last night and my husband being away on a business trip also make me much more introspective than normal.) I'm off to knit some more on Venezia and then prepare for a delightful day of metaphorical stockinette.