Crocheting The Day (And Night) Away!
Yesterday, as I sat in the Scarlet Skein, I thought I was going to cry. I'm not kidding. I thought I was going to break down...bang my fists on the table (despite the two other yarnies, who were concentrating,) and have one big ole' emotional episode. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. The long line of curse words pushed at the inside of my lips, desperately trying to get out. If I had been in the privacy of my own home, I would have had at it. I would have sworn more than any R rated movie. I would have let the tears fall. I would have thrown my hook. I would have become the 28 year old equivalent of a very emotionally disturbed child.
And, to be honest...
I kind of wished I was alone. I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell at my yarn. I wanted to carry on a very spiteful conversation with the pattern I was working from. I wanted to sink, to the floor, and have a COMPLETE MELTDOWN! (What can I say...Sometimes temper-tantrums really DO make you feel better. You may not like it, but you have to admit it is true.)
But no. I carried myself with dignity, while in yarn heaven. (Boy, the irony there. I was in yarn heaven...and yet, as I sat there, working this horrible pattern, I was getting a first hand taste of yarn hell...for the umpteenth time.) I didn't even whisper a curse word. I kept my tears in check. My hands continued to hold the hook, and yarn, rather than ball into angry fists.
And, as I sat there, having a complete (silent) breakdown, because once again, a granny square pattern completely eluded me, the other two at the table were having a grand time. They were talkning about how easy their projects were. And, as I sat there, watching them work from patterns they thought quite simple, I felt even more rediculous. God, Michael, the thought popped into my head. You are PATHETIC!Here they are, working blankets, and extravagant pieces, from patterns...and they are finding it easy. And here you are...you can't even work a FRIGGIN granny square!(This was, of course, one of of those horrible thoughts, that makes you wish your brain had an OFF switch.) This thought haunted me, replaying itself in my head...it made me want to cry even more.
I decided to give the granny square a rest. Or, rather...give MYSELF a rest, from the granny square.
I pulled out the shawl.
And, I finished it. Well, almost. I have completely finished the fringe. Now, I just need to add the flowers, which I cannot do until I return home from Paso Robles, as I left the yarn for the flowers, at home. (What a stupid move, Michael.)
As I worked on the shawl, I came down from my rage over the square. The two fellow yarnies gave me complete praise over the shawl...how beautiful it is. They told me they completely LOVED it...yadda, yadda, yadda.
Needless to say, their kind words gave me a second wind.
And, I tried to work the horrible octagon granny, again.
I made a promise to myself, as I joined the initial chain of 6 into a ring. Finish this. Just work this FRIGGIN octagon, Michael, and then... MARGARITA!
It is hilarious what will happen when you offer to reward yourself, in such a blissful way.
Though the pattern still confuses the hell out of me (it is written in the language of JIBBERISH, I think), I managed to, somehow, be able to work my granny octagon. That is right...8 sides. It isn't a circle. I am still sure that there was an act of divine intervention, here. The Yarn Gods, I think, decided I had suffered enough. So, just for good measure, they let me successfully work it.
I worked the octagon in brown, and light purple yarn. The color combination is comepletey stunning. I love it.
And, I am completely stoked!
The triangle- DONE!
The rectangle- DONE!
The Ocatgon-(AT LONG FRIGGIN LAST) DONE!
Now, it is time for me to get back to the good, old fashioned granny squares...you know, the ones that are actually SQUARE!
(And, the margarita by the way, was AMAZING!)
So, today I am off to the Fair. I will be taking some yarn with me (simply because I feel naked without yarn.) I will work my last coaster of the set of three today. So, anticipate a photo of them, in tomorrow's entry. (And I warn, ahead of time, when staring at the picture of the coaster, wear sunglasses, for safety measures.) I also hope to work a granny square, or two, today.
Well, I am off. Time to go. The Fair, and the projects, call.
Happy crocheting!