I seem to have hit the proverbial wall, and am collapsed in a blob on the couch. Tomorrow does not bode well. However, what I have been doing is winding embroidery floss onto cardboard bobbins, and it is indeed strangely relaxing and soothing. I seem to have floss everywhere, old, new, tangled, untangled, so I’m trying to achieve some sort of organisation. My floss is nowhere as organised as this pretty pic that I borrowed from Flickr…but now it’s not tangled either.
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…only slightly only slightly less than I used to, my love.
After my Friday night efforts at making a journal, which went to this nice chick, I was feeling a bit crafted out. And at Mixtogether I boofed around loudly more than I crafted (sorry peeps if I annoyed you)…today I tried some crocheting with a tiny hook and some cotton, but just couldn’t be arsed anymore after I made a little 2 inch granny square.
Have I lost the mojo? Right now, I don’t want to sew or knit, I want to play the guitar. Only problem is, I don’t know how. Be very grateful that you don’t live with me.
…only slightly only slightly less than I used to, my love.
After my Friday night efforts at making a journal, which went to this nice chick, I was feeling a bit crafted out. And at Mixtogether I boofed around loudly more than I crafted (sorry peeps if I annoyed you)…today I tried some crocheting with a tiny hook and some cotton, but just couldn’t be arsed anymore after I made a little 2 inch granny square.
Have I lost the mojo? Right now, I don’t want to sew or knit, I want to play the guitar. Only problem is, I don’t know how. Be very grateful that you don’t live with me.
…only slightly only slightly less than I used to, my love.
After my Friday night efforts at making a journal, which went to this nice chick, I was feeling a bit crafted out. And at Mixtogether I boofed around loudly more than I crafted (sorry peeps if I annoyed you)…today I tried some crocheting with a tiny hook and some cotton, but just couldn’t be arsed anymore after I made a little 2 inch granny square.
Have I lost the mojo? Right now, I don’t want to sew or knit, I want to play the guitar. Only problem is, I don’t know how. Be very grateful that you don’t live with me.
Those chickens read my mind, I swear it!
Besides Rattus, I just realised that I really don’t like the telephone much*. In fact, I’d go as far as to say I have a bit of a phone phobia – I neurotically worry about what the person on the other end is doing when I ring and if it’s interrupting them from brain surgery or something. (However I have no problem ringing the doctor’s surgery or the pizza shop or whatever.) But sometimes, when I go to make a phone call, I get a little anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think it’s because, at heart, I feel that telephones are intrusive. And one think I really don’t like is when you’re in someone’s office, either at work, at the doctor, at the garage, whatever, and the phone is ringing, and they stop talking to you to have a long winded conversation on the phone. Hello? I’m here and I’m now. That’s just plain rude. Leave a message, call back, send a text, whatever.
Okay, enough ranting.
* This clumsily constructed sentence is trying to say that I don’t like Rattus and I don’t like the telephone. I don’t know what Rattus thinks of telephones per se, probably not much, given that they don’t contain any edible items. Although I have heard of rodents enjoying a chew on the ‘phone cords.
I think I need some time off work, I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday, I was on my way to the doctor and stopped briefly to return stuff at the library, and then the car* wouldn’t start again. Then I couldn’t find my mobile, had no money (at all, like three 5 cent pieces) and so I wandered into the RSPCA op-shop across the road from the car park and asked the grannies there to use their phone, they were very nice, so I started crying all over them. (I do that as soon as someone is nice to me when I’m upset.) I rang the doctor’s surgery, but I couldn’t get a hold of HP, and the car still wouldn’t go, so I walked back to work again and drank tea and whinged to a mate and felt generally pissed off.
Of course, when I got a lift back to my car and finally met HP there, the bloody thing started (it’s something to do with the starter motor or immobiliser-computer-type-thingy not wanting to play when the engine gets hot.) Arghhhhh! And now I can’t get in to see my doctor as she’s going to England for most of June and is booked out. None of this may seem particularly difficult to those of you who have a good handle on life and it’s ups and downs, but for those of us who can relate to this:
it was the proverbial straw.
I will have to be like this more often:
* the Hyundai, not my beloved Rover.
[cartoons from Garfield minus Garfield. Love it!]
If I had a dollar for every time HP has said to me tonight “Don’t be sad”, I’d have enough coin to buy myself, say, a new craft book. Because I can feel myself sinking, becoming overwhelmed, and wanting to collapse in a heap. I was emailing Polka Dot Rabbit today, and all of a sudden, something I’d typed just made me start crying. Someone nice happened to be walking past my office and was concerned – I don’t know about you, but when I’m having a moment and then someone is nice to me as well, I tend to lose it even more! Anyway, she distracted me and then I came home to potter around. On the way home I collected my mail from the post office/newsagent and found $200 on the carpet in front of the Tattslotto counter. I handed it over and told them that they could tell the real owner that I’m very fond of chocolate if he/she is feeling grateful (they said they can work out who was in there last and dropped the money by reviewing the security surveillance cameras.) So anyway, I figure I’ve got some good karma owing.
But anyway, the point of my post is, I’m feeling “cluttered”, my mind is overwhelmed, and all I want to do is sit in the one spot and knit. Craft as therapy? You betcha.
The frustrating part? As HP points out to me, “Don’t be sad, no-one’s dead.” …and he’s right, I have everything to be thankful for but I can’t stop the urge to cry and can’t pull myself out of the fog. My logical side says “Get it together, it’s okay” but the stronger urge is to find a rock to go crawl under.
If I had a dollar for every time HP has said to me tonight “Don’t be sad”, I’d have enough coin to buy myself, say, a new craft book. Because I can feel myself sinking, becoming overwhelmed, and wanting to collapse in a heap. I was emailing Polka Dot Rabbit today, and all of a sudden, something I’d typed just made me start crying. Someone nice happened to be walking past my office and was concerned – I don’t know about you, but when I’m having a moment and then someone is nice to me as well, I tend to lose it even more! Anyway, she distracted me and then I came home to potter around. On the way home I collected my mail from the post office/newsagent and found $200 on the carpet in front of the Tattslotto counter. I handed it over and told them that they could tell the real owner that I’m very fond of chocolate if he/she is feeling grateful (they said they can work out who was in there last and dropped the money by reviewing the security surveillance cameras.) So anyway, I figure I’ve got some good karma owing.
But anyway, the point of my post is, I’m feeling “cluttered”, my mind is overwhelmed, and all I want to do is sit in the one spot and knit. Craft as therapy? You betcha.
The frustrating part? As HP points out to me, “Don’t be sad, no-one’s dead.” …and he’s right, I have everything to be thankful for but I can’t stop the urge to cry and can’t pull myself out of the fog. My logical side says “Get it together, it’s okay” but the stronger urge is to find a rock to go crawl under.
Now I know I haven’t put any posts of consequence up of late, but from a glance at my diary today I realised that I’ve been sick since 26/1/08 when my sis gave me a cold…then I got bitten by a spider…then the cold came back again. So I’ve basically been really run down as well as busy and trying to keep it all together. But enough whinging…I really just wanted to share this bit o’ Monty Python, as I was just watching it on the teev, and it was making me laugh and laugh.
"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are." - Anais Nin 
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