Ok, day two. I'm here. I'm writing. I feel like writing about crafting and the compulsion to make things, but I really am too tired and the bed is calling. Also dear Pablo who is so full of kisses and belly awe that I feel terribly guilty down here typing away.
About the crafting. I've got to harness a good heaping of initiative and follow-through. Hand-made enthusiasms seize me, my wallet flies open, shelf or closet space is dedicated to said project, and then it sits. For months....well, make that years. I have a bag of yarn that's been waiting for "that quiet, can't do anything" part of pregnancy. That part where all I want to do is read or watch TV? That "phase" been setting in periodically for months, and booties, hats and blankets are generally the farthest thing from my mind. I bought most of the yarn in February or so, when the news was fresh and it looked like the months would stretch on forever. A few more balls were acquired near Bourbon street. This blanket could lovely....if only I could will it into being. I guess I should be grateful that my wrists haven't yet swelled and knitting still is a possibility.
Tomorrow I WILL begin the pompom and seersucker project! Green pompons....they really can't just sit there. I can see it now...me trying to figure out how to sew green pompons into a 7 year-olds Halloween costume. No, it won't happen....the loveliest crib skirt will actualize! And soon!
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