The spring fiber festivals are over here in New England. I feel a void after the flurry of activity - like I suddenly have extra time on my hands. While I do have a few weeks before my next event, I don't really have extra time. That's a false hope on my part.
I am taking some time to figure out where I left off with the rest of my life. My family is intact and still functioning. I have a messy backlog of appointments, and my desk is buried in piles of paperwork that need sifting. It will take a few days to get caught up.
And there is knitting to sort out. I had started this comforting sock before I became immersed in Sweet Bunting.
I've been reunited with my Hedgerow Socks. Good company for the appointments that await me.