Warning: this is going to be a lengthy venting post with some soul searching from me. Not knitting related.
The beginning of the new year has been difficult for me. Not that anything happened, surprisingly we are both healthy (finally!), the Boyfriend is back home and things are just fine. But emotionally I’ve been struggling and my mood is very far from good.
I think it’s caused by a few different factors combined. Surely my poor health last year has contributed: when I look back I can see that in fact I’ve been feeling sick since my visit to Poland in April. I’d had a cold there which had triggered other chronic issues, and then like a real snowball effect one thing has followed another. Not being able to do much outside of home, cancelling plans all the time and feeling weak and fatigued for months definitely doesn’t help me stay positive.
Some time in the last year I had tried to knit a doggie jumper for my parents’ Nika. Nika is not a very standard dog when it comes to body shape, in that she’s very deep-chested for a dog her size, so knitting for her can be a challenge – especially when she is not around to modify the pattern as I knit. In the end, neither jumper fit her very well and they were both donated to a dog rescue group. But at least I could see what was wrong and apply the modifications in my new project!
A long, long time ago, in November last year, I have decided to crochet jumpers for my parents’ two rescue dogs. Those jumpers have never been finished, as I thought it would be cruel to force any living creature to wear them. I decided to wait until my knitting skills improve enough to knit some nice dog garments instead.
Unfortunately, the older of the dogs, Tosia, passed away some time ago. I still find it hard to believe that she’s gone and we all miss her a lot, including her adoptive sister Nika, who still refuses to sleep on Tosia’s favourite sleeping spots and eat where Tosia’s bowls used to be…