Mission week at Northumbria continues – tomorrow is the final day. It’s been fun. Lots and lots of fun.
But I am also looking forward to Saturday morning and not having to get up at 6:55.
Today I have been knitting for me, but my knitting is a little unexpected at the moment. Oddly, I’m knitting socks.
This is weird for a few reasons:
- I don’t really wear socks – my footwear choices are at two ends of the spectrum, either I’m in wool-lined winter boots (with tights) or flip-flops. Clearly, socks don’t feature in either scenario.
- I think spending such a long time working on a beautiful, hand-knit sock, only to then cover it up with a shoe is a waste of time.
- I don’t like to knit things more than once if I can help it (or unless it’s a really fun knit) and the nature of socks requires one to knit the same thing twice.
- Not only are these socks, but the yarn is multi-coloured (also not at all ‘me’).
Nevertheless, yesterday I found myself under what one could almost describe as a compulsion to knit socks, and the yarn I wanted to use was an exceedingly bright variegating wool.
I just hope the desire stays with me long enough to finish both of them.
March 10th reading: Numbers 7-9
Today I am mostly bemused by the fact that when the details of the offerings brought to the tabernacle are recounted, despite the fact that everyone brought the same thing, we hear the (same) detailed list 12 times through. Does anyone have any helpful insights into why?
Also, celebrating Passover is a really big deal. If you didn’t do it, and you didn’t have a good reason then you got banished from the camp (exiled from God and the rest of your nation). Definitely important.
In summary: confused by my sock-knitting phase.