Just hanging out in the charity bag. I’m totally in love with how it turned out. Circular needles. The decreases turned out pretty, too. I’m getting better with needle-knitting. Of all of the yarning, this hurts least.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!
Message me, I tapped.
Meanwhile, no answer. Nothing is worse than a lack of response. Especially if you are a mom.
We moms have huge imaginations. If there is a worse case scenario we’ve witnessed it in our heads. From that idea comes the litany of emotional repercussions. They hate us. We hurt them unbearably, we’re sure.
Rationale doesn’t hit. We have to work to find it.
Finally, there’s a new message.
Sorry, Mom. I was asleep. Or I was working.
Total relief from meandering worry, and the mess in our heads. Maybe we need to up the meds.
I wish I could say I finished something but, nope. Still I like seeing progress. A couple things are getting close.
Tomorrow I’ll finish Starry Night. So few uncovered symbols (lower left, blues).
The next two hats are nearing the decreasing section.
The scrappy slipper socks are at the cuff stage.
I’m feeling more confident with my HiyaHiya Fliers. Half the cuff of sock number one is done. These are so thin, like wires. This is meant to be a small sock. I only have this one skein so this may be just a first try. I think I shared the YouTube a few days ago. The hard part of watching is the presenter is using continental knitting. It’s been a while since I tried that so I’m having to learn using my right hand against learning as she uses her left hand.
I hate/love following my passion. There are only so many hours a day and somethings get lost in the shuffle. Like recorders and pianos and singing. Like writing and editing. Like other artwork. I miss those pursuits. Like old friends and family. Yet the knitting is calling. I barely put half an hour on the diamond painting. I’m putting in about the same on the treadmill. It’s something! More than I’d get done otherwise.
Despite my brain’s inability to go with the author, Mary-Rose MacColl, and Orlah Cassidy (Narrator) between past and present for the characters’ present embodiment, I still loved this book. No matter past or present, the characters were exciting and lovable.
Maybe if you have the written word to look at and help orient whose point of view and when this story
progresses might be more accessible. Ms. Cassidy did vary her voice to inform the listener. Even still, I had managed about 50% of the story when I felt so totally lost that I started over. I found myself confused. But I relaxed, let the story take me where it would, and soon, I found the end. I hated that it was over. I did love the characters and voices so much!
It was interesting to read about the women of the first world war. I highly recommend this read.
Homing in on the word of the day makes me realize what a home body I’ve become. My roots grow deep especially these last few years. Sitting and knitting on homespun yarn, making socks and hats helps me ground myself, keep my hands busy, and mind open to whatever meditations that leads to.
What I am not is homemaker. Four adults live here. Four adult clean, cook and keep home. Though sometimes that range is rangey and the deer and the antelope, well, you know.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Hi! my name is Sebastian (You can call me Seb!) ...welcome to my Blog. I'm a photographer from Worcester, Worcestershire, England. Thanks for dropping by! I hope you enjoy my work.
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