This FRIGGIN Sampler!!!
Patience is a virtue.
Patience is the companion of wisdom.
Patience and fortitude conquer all things.
Patience is passion tamed.
Patience is the key to paradise.
Patience is the key to contentment.
Ok...sure. These "patience-themed quotes" are great. Then, there is my favorite saying, when it comes to patience.
PATIENCE IS SOMETHING, I DON'T FRIGGIN HAVE!!!
Damn...How I miss the days gone by, of The Yarn Project. Those glorious days, when the projects were smaller, in scale. A month to learn stitches...the simple projects, of a cell phone case, or coasters. The Easy Crochet Bag, while proving to not be all that easy, after all, was really not that much of a problem. It just took a little bit of time. The Halloween Bag, while slightly time consuming, was (for the most part) a complete joy to create. Hell. Even the shawl, for my mom's birthday, which gave me a few good runs for my money, turned out to be a beast I could tame. Then, there were the 50 granny squares. Some of these damn near drove me bonkers.
Now, I am up against the grannies, again. This time, the mission is a little bit more hellish, in nature. As if making the grannies wasn't bad enough, now I have to take time, to work these grannies, into a friggin afghan, that will fit a California King mattress. As I sit here, writing this entry, I think about my attitude, as I started The Yarn Project.
Part of me CANNOT wait, for the stress to pile on. It was a thought that made itself present, on June 9, when I first started this blog. I was clinging to this deranged notion about the stress, which would, at some point, claim its stake, in The Yarn Project. It was naive...I know that, now. But, back at the beginning, I thought that The Yarn Project would be all "rainbows and roses." I thought that every day, working with yarn, would be a day of fun. I had this sick, romanticized belief, back at the beginning, that, in some strange way, even the stress that I would encounter, would be wonderful. It would be stress, that I would welcome.
Knock knock knock!
"Who's there?"
"It's just me...stress. I decided to finally swing by, for a visit.
"Oh, come in, stress. How are you? Can I offer you a cup of tea?"
A romanticized view, of stress? OK...now, on September 15, 2009 (99 days after beginning The Yarn Project), I wish I could travel back in time. I wouldn't go all that far, back. Nope. I would just go back, to June 9, of this year. I would tell myself: Yes...The Yarn Project is a GREAT idea. Just do yourself one FRIGGIN favor. DON'T BE A DAMNED FOOL! Don't be stupid enough, to put stress on a pedestal.
I was waiting for the stress. No! Not just waiting for it. I actually WANTED the stress to come. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? Someone should have put me on medication, right then.
Well...
Here I am, now!
In a few short months, I have gone further than I ever would have thought I could go. And now, I am up against my first really big project. The afghan. And, you guessed it. IT IS STRESSING THE LIVING HELL RIGHT OUT OF ME! I swear...There are times, when I will be working on this, and I will go into full out meltdowns. I will start crying. I will snap, at whoever is close by, just because they are there. I will allow myself to become the spokesperson for Potty-Mouth Radio (all cursing, all the time). I threaten to give up (an empty threat. Even as I am saying it, I know I won't.) I will look at my yarn, and my hooks...and I come to absolutely DETEST them! I look at the granny squares, and, at times, think burning them would be much better, than working with them.
I swear...Working on this afghan has had me thinking (more than once), that the only thing I should crochet, is a straight jacket, to wrap myself in. That way, when I totally friggin snap, no grannies will get hurt.
I am, as I write this, over half way done, with this afghan. On one hand, I can see this as a good thing. I have done the most of it, already. But, then I start thinking. This afghan is for a Cal-FRIGGIN-King. Even being over halfway done, I still have a hell of a lot more, to do.
Will this afghan EVER be finished? And, more importantly...When it is finished, am I even going to want to look at it?
Everyone is always saying crocheting is such a calming thing. Yeah, of course it is! After a while, you feel like you are going to lose your friggin mind. Maybe, I am now thinking, that is the whole idea. Once crocheting has completely stripped you of sanity, you are no longer able to see it as anything, but calming.
Well...I should get going. I have my craft bag, right beside me. The horrible beast, that is my sampler afghan, is peeking out, at me. And, even though I wish I could just avoid it today, I cannot. I have to work on it. (Oh...DAMN THE DEADLINE!)
So, I am off. Time to go, and get that much more of my sanity, taken by this afghan.
Happy crocheting!