Negatory.

So, I've been plugging away at the tunic with my hand-dyed fingering weight, and I've decided on a resounding NO. Not if I want to get it finished in this lifetime, at least. Too tiny, too boring, and I knew I was in trouble when I'd rather knit argyle socks. It's a shame too, because I could see myself swanning around in the lovely finished tunic when I was dyeing the yarn; I just forgot that middle step where I have to knit endless miles of stockinette. I thought for a while it would be sort of soothing and meditative, but it's not. It's just overwhelming and boring, so, a shawl it is! I can still swan around in a lovely bronze-coloured shawl.

Book discussion! I just finished the passage near the beginning of the second part of the book, where Morgaine is spinning and goes into a sort of trance from it, and kind of laughed. For a while, I'd taken to spinning and watching TV, but I had to stop watching things I was terribly interested in, because I found I didn't remember a thing from them. I can knit and watch TV or movies, no problem, but I can't spin and do it! I'm somewhat of a multitasking queen, so I know that's not the issue. Spinning is somewhat hypnotic, I suppose, and I'd never really thought about it that way until I read that particular passage. Knitting isn't always relaxing to me, especially when I have nine bobbins hanging at the back of my work, but spinning? Perfect. Although, I haven't fallen into any traces yet, but I'm sure it's possible in the future!

Now, off to find a shawl pattern!