I'll Have a Knittin' New Year's Eve
I was knocked off-kilter when, after my shower, with head and body wrapped up in towels and then my robe (we have no snow and it's been "warm for this time of year," but trust me, it's still COLD in the morning), I went upstairs to clip my nails. I looked at the clock when I was finished, and it was 6:30. SHIT! That's when I'm supposed to be in my car, at the very least, and preferably already backed out of the garage and driving down the street! I was still wrapped in terrycloth from head-to-toe, no make-up and on clothes, and I hadn't even brushed my teeth! What in the world was I doing? Did I pass out or something?? So yeah, no, I didn't pass out -- mad dash to do all that stuff and get out the door. Hubby barely got a peck; it sure wasn't a kiss. I wasn't technically late for work, but much later than I like. The adrenaline hit never really went away -- I felt rushed all day, even though there wasn't really anything pressing, and it's been difficult to concentrate. I've written lots of notes to myself, jotted down ideas for the blog, for the new year, for projects, stuff to talk to people about. You should see all the slips of paper I stuffed into my bag throughout the course of the day!
Tonight, though, I downloaded the 6th lesson for my online writing course, and spent some time catching up. I have now completed Lesson 3. I knew when I signed up that it would be a bad time of year to start such a thing, but I just couldn't wait any longer and, to be honest, I've stuck with it more than my history with such things/situations would lead anyone to believe. I'm proud of myself for that. I am somehow driven and I'm not sure who or what's at the wheel. And the best thing is that it seems to be working! I actually have some ideas that I'm excited about exploring -- ideas that have been little clouds floating in, through, and around my head for years, but have only now been caught and put into concrete words
on paper on the internet -- and even some brand new ideas; they're real.
It's not the mirrors.
THIS IS IMPORTANT: Okay, here's what's on one of my notes: "Red Dog, Jan. 4th, SLEEP" and "Susie, Violet." Translated, that means that Kristi at Red Dog Knits is looking for a Baby Whisperer and having a blogiversary contest, the deadline is January 4th. Susie, oh that Susie has a heart as big as all Michigan, I swear. Susie is auctioning some of her own, amazing yarn, including a couple of rare Rainbow Harlot Peacock hanks to assist the Violet portion of Lime & Violet with some medical bills -- bid if you can or check the other resources, but HURRY, because bidding ends at midnight tonight. (Sorry so late on the take-up with that one.)
And here are just a few more things that have crossed my mind today:
To send out the old year and bring in the new this weekend, I'll be doing a little of what Duncan is doing (see above), though not under the tree. I'll also be Hand-knitting with Meg Swansen, right in my own living room. These were borrowed from the library (have I mentioned lately how much I love the library -- particularly, inter-library loan?). I'm going to find something around here with which to knit that Dubbelmossa hat -- or something I can call a swatch -- and learn-by-doing. I'm hoping, with the aid of videotape and the remote, that I'll gain just that little bit more confidence -- or maybe I'm just circling those Latvian Mittens yet one more time? A little extra knowledge never hurt anyone. ; )
Happy New Year, all. Thanks for reading. Have a great weekend. I'll see you next year.