Went to meeting. The vibe was wonderful and everyone was cool. And we got a new (potential) member, hilhilknits She recognized me from my photo. So I'm currently lazying around the house, waiting for the UPS man (I want my freaking hooks.
Today. I'm getting cranky about this) and listening to some philosophy online. There's a story I'm working on (I'm writing it with my boy) and a room I'm supposed to clean and a joy that comes from doing my hair early in the morning and waiting for it to dry for styling purposes. In short, a very nice day. One of the funny things I've been learning is that: we labor under the illusion that positive thinking can change the basic laws of reality. It's easy to think we are the arbiters of the way things should be. In this life, in this world we share in unequal joys; in another, we may share in an equal misery. What that means philosophically I prefer to ponder for awhile. But it's an interesting thought nonetheless.
Stitches: I'm spinning a million different blues for a Blue Star jacket (my own design that I'm writing. Slowly, very slowly). I finished the star part, and now I'm working on the sleeves. the stitch that's getting me through this: Tunisian knit stitch. It's wonderfully pretty and makes so much sense since I'd learned to knit about a year ago.
Breaking news: Just got my interchangeable hooks! I'm really excited, especially about the large ones. Afghans and sweaters are in my future, I assure you
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
On Being Hooked
There was this boy once I knew...he was wonderful and sweet and cranky and slightly crazy but he was just what was needed. So we dated. And broke up. And repeated the process until we finally just got tired of each other. And then I went to the other side of the country to go to school.
You'd think one would be able to just move on, romantically speaking.
I figured so, too. But attraction is a funny thing, and for me, at least, an exceedingly rare thing. I don't like many boys (people, animals, vegetables, etc.). Most people, I've learned, are best kept at arm's length. But when someone is able, willing, and determined to know the person you are, and wants to be integrated in your life, it's necessary (at least for me) to let them see. I'm glad i did.
That boy has made a wonderful difference in my life, and he's who I'm hooked on now.
Also currently hooked on: chocolate, crochet socks for a coworker, a sweater made of merino and tencel, and spinning (at least three pounds in three months with more on the way), Denise's interchangeable crochet hooks (for Tunisian cro'ing), and the fiber retreat!
You'd think one would be able to just move on, romantically speaking.
I figured so, too. But attraction is a funny thing, and for me, at least, an exceedingly rare thing. I don't like many boys (people, animals, vegetables, etc.). Most people, I've learned, are best kept at arm's length. But when someone is able, willing, and determined to know the person you are, and wants to be integrated in your life, it's necessary (at least for me) to let them see. I'm glad i did.
That boy has made a wonderful difference in my life, and he's who I'm hooked on now.
Also currently hooked on: chocolate, crochet socks for a coworker, a sweater made of merino and tencel, and spinning (at least three pounds in three months with more on the way), Denise's interchangeable crochet hooks (for Tunisian cro'ing), and the fiber retreat!
On Being needled
Knitting and crocheting and spinning are supposed to be easy. Fun. Adventurous. In short, everything that isn't like one's real life. So why in the name of all the Furies has it become sad and sorry? I've decided to reclaim the fun and intrigue of my current obsessions by engaging in self-talk. Of course those who are interested enough to stop by will also be privy to whatever's rattling around in my noggin.
I have a relatively un-stressful life...a quasi-technical job, a roommate, and a boyfriend. I play with yarn and yarn-related accessories with a group of free-spirited cool folks, and I sleep more than I probably should. I say all of this to say: I should be stress free. And yet I'm not. Interaction with other people has always been sorta...a work in progress and it takes a lot of work. A lot. So it's hard to see the end of things. When I left college to come back home, I left a lot of friendships there and it was hard. When I decided to socialize in town, it was hard. Seeing it change is hard. Sometimes the quiet ones come for the camaraderie and stay to listen and learn.
So what needles me at the moment: seeing a lot of people who unhappy, all of whom are friends in one way or another. Not being sure if I should attend meetings because I don't want to offend anyone. Wondering if anything could have been done.
Currently being needled: more washcloths, 'cause I keep losing my 'real' ones. And also because I've a wedding to make cloths for.
I have a relatively un-stressful life...a quasi-technical job, a roommate, and a boyfriend. I play with yarn and yarn-related accessories with a group of free-spirited cool folks, and I sleep more than I probably should. I say all of this to say: I should be stress free. And yet I'm not. Interaction with other people has always been sorta...a work in progress and it takes a lot of work. A lot. So it's hard to see the end of things. When I left college to come back home, I left a lot of friendships there and it was hard. When I decided to socialize in town, it was hard. Seeing it change is hard. Sometimes the quiet ones come for the camaraderie and stay to listen and learn.
So what needles me at the moment: seeing a lot of people who unhappy, all of whom are friends in one way or another. Not being sure if I should attend meetings because I don't want to offend anyone. Wondering if anything could have been done.
Currently being needled: more washcloths, 'cause I keep losing my 'real' ones. And also because I've a wedding to make cloths for.
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