Let go, cast on.

There has been too much blogging pent up over the last few months. This post is going to be more thoughtful and introspective. There will be knitting news later, I promise.

My boyfriend goes to college in upstate New York. It's a great place for him to be, a good school and a wonderful program. He's making friends, enjoying his classes, and we talk every night. I knit him most of one Dashing and then stopped. I just stopped. It was one of those things. If I don't knit the other one, if I don't put the thumbs on, if I don't weave in the ends and give them to him, maybe he won't be at college a train ride away from me.

I did finish them. I told myself I was being ridiculous, and while Aurora 8 is comforting, it isn't nearly as good as my boyfriend. I gave them to him when I went up to his college to visit him over the weekend. He loves his dashing arm warmers and insists on showing them to all his friends at school and saying, proudly and a little smugly, "My girlfriend made them for me." I watched him. It makes it much easier to handle only talking to him on the phone during the week. Knitting connects us all.

I'm the one wearing them in this photo. I added a little bit of black to the one of the left. I think it makes them look like Modern Art. He thinks it makes them look like tribal totems. I'm not sure what that says about us.