Glanced down at the basket of wool beside the closet where I was choosing clothes for the day and next thing I knew I was ‘feeling’ my way through that basket, using hands and eyes and soul, choosing ball after ball in a moment selection of colour and texture. Then I took these handsful of wool to the winder and began to wind a new ball, slowly, letting the initial wool dictate length. The mixed ball of wool had to be immediately experienced; deciding on what knitting needles to use resulted in a cotton/linen towel-in-progress being quickly slid off the Brittanys when they ‘spoke’ to the present adventure. I had thought to go for ivory but the early morning chill and the ‘fluff’ of the first chosen wool perhaps were what so strongly suggested wooden needles. So I have started to knit with this mixed ball. A few inches have satisfied me for now. It is going to be a scarf, a stroll through stash scarf. Knit on eleven stitches because I have become and am ongoingly thrilled with long narrow scarves and their versitality – they can be wound once, loosely, and give dimension to whatever garment is being worn, define the neckline. Wound many times they become a warm cowl, a turtleneck, a scarf and hat combined. The knitting sits on the table and will likely get picked up if the phone rings, as the kettle boils, replace the book- in-the-bathroom. Then, later in the day, the knitting will become less of a passing-by event and become more the focus as I sit in the garden or watch the Marathon and the Elvis contest down on the Avenue in Oak Bay. Letting my mind drift toward what the day could unfold, as I was knitting on the scarf just now, gave me a delightful insight. Working with the Brittanys and thinking of taking the knitting to the Avenue, I considered an easier transport needle, possibly circulars, and my eyebrows rose slowly but in true amazement as I realized I could switch to circulars and back again. Either this had never occurred to me before, this adapting of needles to situation, like changing from house shoes to walking shoes, or I have forgotten being previously amazed and had the pleasure all over again.