This is another one of those times when I tell myself to just start over and try and get it right this time. My competitive nature is at war with my leisure nature and the two have not found how to live in balance. One takes over then the other and they undo all the good the other has done.
It’s crazy on my planet.
I am running out of time and it is just getting to me. I need to make my mark – whatever that means – all I know is right now, my mark feels something like stain. And I can’t think of any scenario where making a stain is desirable.
I got started on the reboot by cleaning off the top of the printer. This is a big deal. There was a lot on top of the printer: books, papers that I don’t need, empty potato chip bags (the single serve not the the family size) and now all that’s on top is a small stack of blank paper, two small notebooks and a novel. It doesn’t make you cringe to look at it.
This is how a mark starts.
My bud, Bri of Ghostface Knitter fame, is moving back to Denver. Bri is my spirit animal and I know that we will be friends forever but I was hoping she would be available for viewing a lot longer. Lucky for me, my brother lives in Denver and Bri is an adventuress so she would travel from her part of Denver suburbs to my brother’s part of Denver suburbs. I think it’s a whopping 16 miles. But Denver is kind of strange – that 15 miles can take an hour to navigate.
She’s worth a couple of hours. We will so have to Skype.
Knitsville is also getting the reboot and there is a scarf done in knit 1 purl 2 and 21 stitches on size 9 needles that is getting attention. It’s being done in I love this Yarn in this color and I am really surprised how much I like the color. I have three skeins of it – don’t know what I thought I was going to do with it – but the scarf will be one skein and if it doesn’t come out long enough to be a scarf, the ends will be joined and it will become a cowl and then I am going to do a matching hat in the same knit 1, purl 2. I will just have to do a tad amount of designing.
There’s also a rasta hat that’s an order and some dishcloths to be made. I’ve also started retaking pictures of the hearts to go into the shop – the irony of Valentine’s Day being passed is not lost on me. This is why it’s a stain and not a mark.
I am going downstairs and I am going to bundle myself up for a short walk in this really cold weather before I get to work. I am taking Mr. Honey to my therapy session today because he has told me how the therapist should be working my fingers and I think someone with his vast knowledge should tell her himself.
I have no doubt he will not do that. The big thing will be stopping him from playing with the tools I use like they’re toys.
Onward to the mark!