Over the weekend, I knitted the hat all the way to the owl.

Owl in the Thicket - Owl

Hoot! Hoot!

Isn’t he jolly?

I also cast on the Tenth Wave hat.

10th Wave Cast On

It’s not much to look at, but I’m pleased that I got that far.

I tried to finish up the colorful cowl, but found I had to stop.

After years and years of knitting for hours on end, my hands began to ache consistently.  Each stitch caused a little bit of pain, and I started feeling the ache when I did things like hold a full glass of water or open a door.

On Sunday, I decided to space my knitting into half-hour increments followed by some exercises for knitters. I found a great list here.

Then, I went to work. I knitted for a half-hour, which seemed all that was prudent to do. Then, I did five minutes worth of these exercises. After resting for another five minutes, I went back to knitting.

Ten minutes in, I knew I had to stop for the day. My fingers ached (especially my thumb on my right hand) and continuing wasn’t prudent.  I stopped knitting, picked up my book, and tried to put knitting out of my mind.

“Of course Lily hadn’t expected her to say good-bye, but she had thought there would be more…”

I should be knitting.

“time.  Now William Tear had come in the night and taken…”

I’ve got to finish that hat.

“Dorian away.  Lily turned and walked back down the hall…”

No!  No knitting!  Calm down.  Nothing bad will happen if you don’t get to knit any more today.

“all of her pleasure in the morning suddenly evaporated.  What was she supposed to do now?”

What am I supposed to do now?!

I ended up having to pack away all of my work and moving my knitting bag into a corner where I couldn’t see it before I could get back into my book.

Directly before I went to bed, I allowed myself to pull out my needles and got another twenty minutes worth of knitting done on the colorful cowl before my hands started aching again.

This morning, as I sat down to write, I noticed that my arms are resting against the table where I work. I realized that the edge of the table hit me where the pain began, up in my forearm. I retrieved a pillow from the couch to see if I could get myself a little higher.

I think I still need to get a little higher, but the pillow made a huge difference.

Hopefully with this little adjustment and the continuation of the hand and shoulder exercises, I will be able to finish my goal for December. After all, who can resist the –


Owl in the Thicket - Owl

PS – Excerpt from Invasion of the Tearling by Erika Johansen, p. 280.

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