I am not going to wear it, but I still want it!
I want a huge purple and red (here, in Israel, no one would blink even once at this color combination) emblazoned with “I survived Pesach with kids” in huge letters. Not sure what color the letters should be, but something clashing horribly with both purple and red. I would hang it on the wall like a banner, symbol of my ability to pull through no matter what.
Actually, it really was not that bad. Dramatic at times – sure, but also fun, happy, exhausting, exasperating and inspirational. And I will be ready to do it again in about a year.
This was my twentieth Pesach, and like all the others before it utterly different from what I expected and planned.
This year I cooked less, but still was so exhausted that all I wanted to do in my so called “free time” was to climb into bed and read. No knitting at all.
I was too tired to even want to knit.
At the end of the Holiday I declared to my kids that I am suffering from acute overcookitis, therefore from then on they are on their own. I shall not see the inside of the kitchen until I have to prepare for Shabbos.
And if they want something other than leftovers (plenty of these in the fridge) they are welcome to cook.
That is why yesterday was mainly spent knitting.
I am determined to finish my “Double Joy” shawl as soon as I can. Why? So I could start the next one of course!
Through I think that my next project will probably be a knitting bag. The thing is, there is a huge knitting meetup coming up in Tel Aviv in a couple of weeks. By then it will probably be too hot for wearing anything I could knit, so a knit knitting bag should be just the thing to bring with me.
Hey, I got to show off!