What was that I said about overthinking?


Good grief. Honestly, I have been trying all sorts of getting-self-to-write strategies and I am just going to admit I am stuck, mostly because I keep second-guessing myself. “It’s boring” “It’s not cheery enough”… for Pete’s sake. We’re just coming ‘round the corner on two years of COVID living…perhaps maybe I could just, I don’t know…LIGHTEN UP and then just WRITE, or something silly like that.

Do you know what I discovered a while back? I discovered that I needed to write this blog more than I needed to be clever, charming, cheerful, or even A Great Voice of Our Time (the room reverberates with bone-rattling echos…).

Shall we give this a go, then?


A good breakfast includes a homemade cinnamon roll with warmed icing (in bowl),
and a Christmas Tree mug full of the blesséd brown liquid of life

A Morning’s Adventure

I woke up an hour before dawn today, and for those of you who remember, I am a serious non-morning person. I tried to argue myself into another pat on the snooze button, or even another deliciously wicked half-hour, but in the end, a 9 AM booster shot at our Wonderful Walmart was my destiny, and so I got up and got dressed before I could speak a sensible word in any language, let alone English. (The real question is, however: Can I curse in Spanish that early? If not, then I’m truly lost to this world for at least another hour or so.)

(The astute amongst you will note that dawn in Ontario was at 7:52 AM today, which meant that I woke up at 7:00 AM. Which is STILL TOO EARLY.)

I tried my usual wakey-wakey tricks: coffee, food, starving my screaming cats for another ten minutes while I located whatever food they are supposed to be eating this week, cold face wash, podcasts, more coffee. Then the usual getting-out-the-door-dramas: Where’s my hat? No, my OTHER hat. Remember to put the paperwork, health card, and phone (for QR code) in my bag. Go to get keys off rack…Oh, yes. My car has a flat tire, so I have to wake M so she can drive me in her car (I don’t drive a stick …yet). The seatbelt in her car was frozen just a few inches short of comfortable breathable range for Curvaceous Me. I couldn’t find the dates of the first two shots, or the proper QR code. I went to get a new vaccine passport, and I typed in the secret code on the back of my driver’s license instead of the one on the back of my health card.


The good news is that I am now home after a successful shot experience. No one got run down by a reindeer (I hear they are still on vacation up in their summer homes in Nunavuit). I didn’t curse at anyone in any language. M and I even managed to stop at Canadian Tire afterwards to get a compressor to fix that flat tire. All before 11 AM, imagine that!

I cleared my schedule for the rest of the day. Just in case. So far, only a headache, an upset stomach, some wooziness (great word), a whack more fatigue than is usual for me, and a sore arm. I’m supposed to rest the remainder of the day. Rest. Me. Yeah, I think I remember how to do that. (I don’t suppose writing a blog post counts as resting?)


Knitting? What Knitting?

I started a COVID sweater, of course. Cables and textures, all knit in my very own handspun yarn. This was my first adventure knitting with my handspun…and I was really enjoying the rhythm of the cable pattern, working from the neck down in back, and then from the shoulders down in front. However…didn’t it look a little small? I measured, and yes, it was, in fact, too small. I growled, and set it aside to contemplate its not-navel for a while.

And then? I stopped knitting for a time. For nearly a year, in fact. I couldn’t follow a pattern because my poor brain felt so unfocussed and confused much of the time. Truth? I just didn’t feel that spark any longer.

However, as one might predict, I found that I missed knitting horribly. (Of course I did.) I constantly need socks, so I finally started a pair of those, thinking that I used to be able to knit socks completely out of my head, so this should be easy! I am a relatively slow sock knitter, and I usually choose my patterns carefully since we are going to be working together for a while. This time, though, I just couldn’t seem to decide on a pattern, so I started knitting a random cable from memory (I may have cables on the brain). I must have ripped that thing back a half a million times between the first cast-on and the very last stitch. I couldn’t remember how many stitches I usually cast on (cuff down is my comfort knitting), I couldn’t remember how to turn the heel (of all things!), and I kept getting the cable crossings messed up. I eventually gave up on perfection of any sort and told myself that all that mattered was that I ended up with some sort of knitted fabric made in a shape that would cover my feet. It has taken me months, but I am allllllmost done with ONE sock.

One very weird cabled almost-sock

“Almost” as in, all but the grafting at the toe. I found that I couldn’t recall the kitchener stitch. It had literally been years since I had knit socks, and I had forgotten the kitchener stitch. I also forgot my own grafting on the needles technique I taught back in the days of Knitting Daily. So last night, I did the google and wrote down the steps in the very first pages of my new 2022 notebook, so I would ALWAYS be able to find the instructions in a jiffy. (Knowing me, I will forget where I have written them down. Now, however, their location is written here on the blog, so perhaps I will actually have a chance of finding them!)

Perhaps I will have a completely finished sock before next summer?


And you know what? It only took me two weeks to cobble together something I felt I could post. Oh, I’ve written drafts of blog posts almost every day; I just couldn’t stop overthinking. ARGH. But, hey, look: Another blog post! Within a month after the first! That is better than nothing, and since I have the makings of at least four more posts, I might even get another post out before, oh, June, I suppose. (Kidding. Hopefully.)


And Now For Your Regularly Scheduled Cat Photo…

…in which Ben assures me that the back and fronts of the cabled sweater are at least three paws too small.


A final wee note….

I went back-and-forth about writing about getting my booster shot, knowing that the topic of COVID vaccines can cause strong emotions to emerge. One of my strongest values is Respect, both for myself and for others. This value constantly shapes and informs my writing, my speaking, and my teaching; it is something I hope will be reflected in all the discussions on this blog.


And with that…Thank you for the good that all of you are, both for me and for those around you!
~ Sandi

About sandi

Knitter. Spinner. Quilter. UFO Wrangler. Sometime bead artist and weaver. Two toddler-age kittens, 1 permakitten, 2 grownup cats, 1 beloved dog angel, 1 spouse, 1 crazy life. I suppose that the 5 cats make me 1 crazy cat lady; OTOH, apparently, yes, I do need that much feline supervision.
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13 Responses to What was that I said about overthinking?

  1. What a nice blog post. I faithfully followed you in your Knitting Daily days and am so happy to have found you again. I also have a homespun sweater that is bagged and sitting in time out thinking about its sins. It has been thinking for about a decade so it must have been a very bad! I need to just rip it out and start over, but I keep getting drawn into other knitting projects. About that booster… good for you!! I’m back in lockdown and feeling sorry for myself; I am so grateful for every single person who wears a mask, remembers to keep their distance from me, and who gets vaccinated.

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  2. Marry Lou Seaward says:

    Your writing, your humor, your insights, your knitting, your cats–LOVE it all! Any time you post is a welcome bit of sunshine to my day.

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  3. fibervicki says:

    That cabled sweater…ooooh so pretty! What pattern is it?

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  4. Lori Berndt says:

    Sandi, you’re still so very funny. Your kitties are beautiful. Thank you for jumping back into the blog pond. I’ve missed you. Take care. Be safe. Stay healthy… and keep knitting.

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  5. Julie F says:

    It’s so good to hear from you. This is such a relatable post. Give your kitty an extra cuddle and remember to be kind to yourself. I have a couple of sweaters that I started and knitted a good portion of and realized they will be too small. Maybe I’ll bind off and make into a blanket for my kitty. Your Ben is giving me an idea. Yours is too pretty for that, but mine are not.

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  6. Jerri Scott says:

    Every time a read one of your posts it is like having coffee with a close friend. I missed you and I am glad you are here again. Don’t over think it. We like the chance for a visit. I have so many unfinished projects, it is embarrassing — but if you can own up…so can I.
    Have a great week.

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  7. Robin Ashley says:

    Sandi
    Thank you for another blog post. Your observations are too, too familiar. I would be interested in hearing what it has been like for you adjusting to Canada. I lived, as a Canadian, 25 years in Alabama and returned to Canada 6 years ago. I am an American citizen as well as Canadian. Have you applied to Ottawa for Canadian citizenship? Keep knitting. Carry on blogging. You brighten our days.

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  8. ReginaMary says:

    Nice to hear from you Sandi. I always enjoy your posts. Give Ben a smoosh for me!

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  9. Barbara says:

    Seeing “wseheart knits” in my inbox always makes me smile! I loved your cat picture as we had a Ben also for many years he warmed our laps who could be your Ben’s twin. Please don’t overthink your blog. Stream of conscience writing is always interesting and entertaining. Whenever I feel like not starting a big knitting project I just grab my 8″ short straight needles and supply of 100% cotton and crank out dish cloths. Great to have on hand for a personal thank you for someone.

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  10. Annie Bee says:

    Sandi, I’m always delighted to read your posts, whether they have taken 30 minutes or 30 weeks to create. Sending you and M (and all the kitters) much love.

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  11. That Ben is so handsome!
    Kitchener stitch: Yes, I’ve learned it. I can do it. I even have it memorized. But my favorite way to close a sock toe is to decrease down to 8 sts, and then run the yarn through, twice.

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  12. Joan Houck says:

    Sandi so enjoy your posts and kitty photos! Glad you didn’t get as sick as my hubby from his booster!! Love the color of your sock yarn too!!

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  13. iriegemini says:

    Sandi, I am glad that you are well, and articulating this experience. It’s been a very long haul. My knitting flares a little but is not easy to sustain either.

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