A year ago today, I was in one of the most hautingly beautiful places in the world.
Smack in the middle of Australia, one of the harshest environments on earth, is a rock formation called Devil's Marbles (yes, that means what you think).
The colors are so amazing out there it makes you want to cry. I couldn't knit on the 21 hours on the flight on the way back, because the Outback and seared itself into my memory. On the 21 hour flight there, I was too excited to settle into the knitting. Forget trying to knit while I was there, even on the van rides. Gum trees, giant termite mounds, endless blue sky and orange-dun earth was right out the window.
So what I did do, a few rows on one cuff, isn't my best knitting ever. I see lots of mistakes in the rib where perhaps, a wallaby hopping by the van got my attention.
I just picked it back up after sitting in my basket a year, to finish it up. Anything else I would rip it, but I can't bear to undo anything done on my great adventure, my dream of a lifetime.
So they stay.