i said what what in the butt
I just impulsively threw down an offer for some handspun sock yarn, heaven help me. Whelp, navigating the Paypal beast and sending money, AT LEAST IT WASN'T A CSA YARN SHARE
I haven't knit for months. Since probably the start of winter, maybe late fall. Whenever it was that I last hit rock bottom depression. I get that way with knitting; I hit these lulls and typically keep my knitting banished in the designated Time Out Zone for a month at most, this lull being an exception.
But then I was texting
seventhe while I was at work earlier this week for kitten spam (work has really really really been sucking amazeballs lately) and somehow we got into talking about knitting! She showed off some of the lacy bag she's been working on and when I got home later in the day I immediately casted on for socks. I've been pecking away since.
Knitting - it's the final piece of the puzzle, the last marker on the road to recovery. I know things really aren't going well for me when I haven't touched my knitting. When I can't bring myself to knit something as simple as a stripe of garter or i-cord just for the hell of it, the act of doing something with my hands.
In other news, my apartment is the cleanest it has been since we first moved in. Somebody beat us to the other open deluxe apartment (ironically, the person who sealed the deal for moving - Bob with his obnoxious laugh and his douchebaggery and his chainsmoking) and so now we're on the waiting list. I am perfectly okay with this. We threw out a lot of stuff, cleaned and organized everything so that when the time comes for us to move buildings, well, hey, in theory it won't be as painful. (Another good thing: Eric participated a great deal. I think the epic cleaning marathon helped make the very idea of cleaning and doing it consistently more appealing. Or maybe I'm just talking out of my butt with more wishful thinking.) Last night we had people over and ate a very grownup (LOL) dinner at our dining table! Our table was actually being used for its intended use! Amazing~
Cleaning is just about the only productive thing I've managed all week. It being a holiday week with Independence Day and all, I have been shitfaced for I think three consecutive days. I'm not sure because it's all just haze of evening druuuuuuuuuuuunk. I'd been doing well and been keeping pretty healthy previous to the Fourth; now I just feel like a big huge lushy fattie. And that's okay, if I'm just sticking with being shitfaced on the holidays. I can roll with that.
Now I just need to muster up the fucks to deal with all the other things on my to-do list. The sad thing is they're mostly fannish in nature. LOL WHAT FUCKS
Oh yeah and dinner. I guess that chicken isn't going to cook itself. Damn.
I haven't knit for months. Since probably the start of winter, maybe late fall. Whenever it was that I last hit rock bottom depression. I get that way with knitting; I hit these lulls and typically keep my knitting banished in the designated Time Out Zone for a month at most, this lull being an exception.
But then I was texting
seventhe while I was at work earlier this week for kitten spam (work has really really really been sucking amazeballs lately) and somehow we got into talking about knitting! She showed off some of the lacy bag she's been working on and when I got home later in the day I immediately casted on for socks. I've been pecking away since.
Knitting - it's the final piece of the puzzle, the last marker on the road to recovery. I know things really aren't going well for me when I haven't touched my knitting. When I can't bring myself to knit something as simple as a stripe of garter or i-cord just for the hell of it, the act of doing something with my hands.
In other news, my apartment is the cleanest it has been since we first moved in. Somebody beat us to the other open deluxe apartment (ironically, the person who sealed the deal for moving - Bob with his obnoxious laugh and his douchebaggery and his chainsmoking) and so now we're on the waiting list. I am perfectly okay with this. We threw out a lot of stuff, cleaned and organized everything so that when the time comes for us to move buildings, well, hey, in theory it won't be as painful. (Another good thing: Eric participated a great deal. I think the epic cleaning marathon helped make the very idea of cleaning and doing it consistently more appealing. Or maybe I'm just talking out of my butt with more wishful thinking.) Last night we had people over and ate a very grownup (LOL) dinner at our dining table! Our table was actually being used for its intended use! Amazing~
Cleaning is just about the only productive thing I've managed all week. It being a holiday week with Independence Day and all, I have been shitfaced for I think three consecutive days. I'm not sure because it's all just haze of evening druuuuuuuuuuuunk. I'd been doing well and been keeping pretty healthy previous to the Fourth; now I just feel like a big huge lushy fattie. And that's okay, if I'm just sticking with being shitfaced on the holidays. I can roll with that.
Now I just need to muster up the fucks to deal with all the other things on my to-do list. The sad thing is they're mostly fannish in nature. LOL WHAT FUCKS
Oh yeah and dinner. I guess that chicken isn't going to cook itself. Damn.