One could make a compelling argument that the flooding (last Thursday), snow (last Friday), weird 60F temps (Sunday), and more flooding (Tues-Thurs) might have something to do with the current mood. The other day I looked at my co-workers and with a big, dramatic sigh said, "Do you remember the sun?" They all agreed that they did not.
February is rough, y'all.
Especially a February that doesn't seem to have any finishing in it. What? "No finishing?!" I hear you cry. That's right my friends, I knit and I knit and I finish nothing. Sysiphos got nothin' on me.
I mean, except that I'm not knitting up hill. And arguably I like knitting. And I can do a little crochet to take the edge off. And as far as I can tell no one is actually coming along in the night and rolling my shawl back down the hill again...
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic.
It just seems like nothing is moving. I expect socks to drip from my needles, like that one fairy tale princess who had jewels falling from her mouth every time she laughed (which, in retrospect, sounds both horrific and economy killing. But I digress.) I just want my sock to be done, y'all.
And blankets? Don't talk to me about blankets. Who makes 4 blankets at the same time? Who? Nobody sane that's who.
I just wish I understood why I'm not finishing anything.
It's a mystery.
2 comments:
So what I'm hearing you saying is that you need to get your knitting and watch more Hellier so you can accomplish something.
I'm happy to help with that.
Yes. That is what I am saying. *solemn nod*
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