Sunflower Crochet

The past three weeks have really been a doozy for me. It’s just non-stop madness around here. I’m barely even going to get a weekend. I have rehearsals and performances from 8am to 8pm on Sunday. I wish that I, like the Harlot, could up my painkiller from cashmere to bison. However, I have neither cashmere nor bison. I should break out the angora.  At the moment, I’m almost too annoyed to crochet, and that is saying something. My clapochet is coming along, but I find myself frustrated, because I do not love treble crochets. But, it’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. I need to get some Soak, or I’m not going to be able to block it when I finish it.

I’m rambling. I’m going to stop talking and go try to crochet myself into my happy place now. I hope you all are having less busy weeks than I.

The one that you get ten minutes after letting the dog out, when you realize that you didn’t close the gate behind you?
Yeah, I had that feeling today. Just now, as a matter of fact, which is why I am writing this when I should be sleeping.

Less than a half an hour ago, and just after returning from darling boyfriend’s house, I got myself ready for bed, in great anticipation of doing my first spit splice to join on a new ball of KnitPicks Palette to continue my Clapochet, which has been soothing me through midterm stress. The bed is turned down, the face is washed, I’m all ready to sit down and do this…

and here comes the feeling. That feeling that you get when you’re standing in the grocery store checkout line, and you can’t remember if you turned the stove off or not. And then, I was certain.

I left my project bag at Ben’s.
Now, as any avid knitter or crocheter surely knows, it is downright uncomfortable to not have your wip with you. But, the worst part is, I won’t be able to get it until 5PM tomorrow. Yes, that means that I have to deal with an entire day of school, stress-inducing, piano-exam-filled classes and the 90-minute round trip, all without my project bag.

In truth, I know that I would not be able to work a single stitch tomorrow all the time that I was at school. The point is, I won’t have it with me. Having my crochet with me gives me the same feeling that some might get from carrying a large firearm through a serial-killer infested neighborhood. The situation may be very bad, but I have something with me that makes me feel just a tad-bit safer. Whether or not I get to work on it, my therapy is right there in my bag.

Tomorrow, that will not be so. I will be walking through the serial-killer infested neighborhood wielding a spork.

I feel a bit lost, and it’s sad. Which brings me to the (sort of) point of this post. I’ve decided to keep a running list of things that reveal just how attached to crocheting I really am. (Of course, all fellow needleworkers will understand.) So, we’ll start with tonight.

Clue #1 that you may have an irrational relationship with your needlework:

-Realizing that you’ve left it behind is on equal caliber with leaving the house without turning the stove off, locking your keys in your car, or accidentally putting your elbow down on the ‘nuke all’ button.

I’ll be keeping a running list from now on, so this should get good.
Anyway, I should go before the battery dies on the computer, and while I can still get some sleep. Keep it together, people. More soon.

Shannon

P.S. I actually just sat down and blogged about my life. Holy crap.

I just wanted to let you all know that I am in the process of putting together my Etsy shop. I am working on the Pon and Zi orders, and I currently have 12 people on the list for them. I promise, they’re coming! The pair of them are rather time consuming, what with the embroidery and all, and my hands are wrecked from the set that I painted for our community summer theatre program (pictures to come), so it’s slow going right now. However, they are on their way!

Love to all,
Shannon