Most importantly, let's catch up on the cats! My trio of gatos: Delilah, Monkey (a/k/a Pepper), and Macy.
Delilah - still grouchy, much more lazy and possibly going deaf. Still the head of household
Monkey is a fierce hunter at night and a lovebug in the morning. She's a real talker too.
Macy is just too sweet for words. Also begs to be let "out" into our garage.
I've not totally abandoned my crafting. During the holidays, I knitted a bunch of hats, based on a super easy (and free!) but oh so cute knit pattern (Slouched Tuva Hat). Easily one of my all time favorite patterns and definitely a go-to for gift giving.
I also started focusing on crochet. I made a granny square project bag, which I use to cart around my current crochet project (African flower blanket - more later). I love the completed bag so much, even with all of its flaws (my lining/sewing skills are less than average). I started a second bag, but it's been abandoned for now.
|Granny Square Project Bag|
The only thing in my way of needlecrafting is my job. My life is consumed by work. I am miserable. I am doing the worst thing possible, catching myself saying things like "if I can just make it through this month" and "if I can just get through this next deal, then..." I am always putting off living my life. I'm not doing anything proactive to change things. I'm a negotiator and a procrastinator, so in my mind, I'm working on the solution, while still getting through my day. However, when I really examine what my life is and how things actually are, you know, in the real world, then I cannot' really argue with that truth.
This rationalization is the way I convince myself that things are fine; I compare it to looking in the mirror. I look in the mirror every day, while I brush my teeth, put on makeup, do my hair. I see myself but I am never looking that closely or with a critical eye. So I can tell you superfluous items about how I look (maybe I'm wearing lip gloss, maybe I'm wearing my tortoiseshell glasses, etc.) but I will not tell you or admit to you that my clothes are fitting too tight or my makeup line is visible. That's too much information; too much to process or control or fix in whatever time I have. I just ignore and persevere. This is a stupid way to live. I think I'm fooling myself. But I'm really heading for a crash.