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Nov. 20th, 2014 04:23 pmI cut myself the other day. I knew to put the broken glass in the trash BEFORE I threw the rest of the garbage away, keeping in safely in the middle. Only I didn't. So about an hour later, when I pushed down on the trash to see if I could get any more in, I pushed a triangular ¼" thick piece of glass into my wrist. I'm just lucky that I pushed slow enough that the veins and tendons could all move aside. I wouldn't be typing now if I'd been more unlucky. This was back when I was working crazy hours, so all I have now is a pink scar, but every time I see it, I remember how close I came.
I've been in correspondence with Less Than Three about the cover to Be My Queen. I'm not sure how picky I'm allowed to be. I don't want to be difficult, but I don't want... I know it won't be ugly, I'm just worried about it being meh.
Because I can't seem to finish anything (or I get to the last word and realize how much work it still needs), I've been trying to craft (thanks mewenn for the idea). My mom wants a weeping willow tree. I haven't done any since last Christmas. Neither had I knit, but I'm trying that because I can finish a washcloth in two evenings of TV. Once I get used to the stitches (I still twist my stitches), I'll work on keeping my tension even. I've gotten pretty good at short rows in garter stitch and less upset/annoyed about taking stitches back out. Once I learn to switch yarn colors and constantly knit correctly, I might try working on the blanket my mother told my aunt I'd make for my cousin's baby, due in April.
This makes me think about something I heard the other day. Doing things we love give us the strength to do other things in our life. A woman made a four section grid. Things we like that we do for ourselves, things we like that we do for others, thinks we don't like that we do for ourselves, and thinks we don't find rewarding that we do for other people. See it here. My writing is definitely fun and purposeful. But so are crafts. I should make sure if I can't do one, I'll do the other.
Maybe after a few more washcloths, I'll start feeling more like myself.
I've been in correspondence with Less Than Three about the cover to Be My Queen. I'm not sure how picky I'm allowed to be. I don't want to be difficult, but I don't want... I know it won't be ugly, I'm just worried about it being meh.
Because I can't seem to finish anything (or I get to the last word and realize how much work it still needs), I've been trying to craft (thanks mewenn for the idea). My mom wants a weeping willow tree. I haven't done any since last Christmas. Neither had I knit, but I'm trying that because I can finish a washcloth in two evenings of TV. Once I get used to the stitches (I still twist my stitches), I'll work on keeping my tension even. I've gotten pretty good at short rows in garter stitch and less upset/annoyed about taking stitches back out. Once I learn to switch yarn colors and constantly knit correctly, I might try working on the blanket my mother told my aunt I'd make for my cousin's baby, due in April.
This makes me think about something I heard the other day. Doing things we love give us the strength to do other things in our life. A woman made a four section grid. Things we like that we do for ourselves, things we like that we do for others, thinks we don't like that we do for ourselves, and thinks we don't find rewarding that we do for other people. See it here. My writing is definitely fun and purposeful. But so are crafts. I should make sure if I can't do one, I'll do the other.
Maybe after a few more washcloths, I'll start feeling more like myself.
