What Happened to My Mojo?

29 AND COUNTING

I can’t believe that my baby boy, Babydaddy, is 29 years old today. I can’t believe I’m old enough for my youngest to be 29. But I am and he is and life is good. Happy birthday, son, I love you!

BY THE BOOK

I spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with some old friends. I listened to S.E. Hinton‘s book, The Outsiders. I loved it in high school and discovered I still love it. It’s a little dated, with rumbles, the Greasers and the Soshes, but heck, it was dated back when I read it the first time, (ahem), back around 1974 or 1975. Could I also be just a tiny bit dated?

FRUSTRATION IS NOT SOMETHING I DO WELL

Spent way too much time this morning trying to add some widgets to my blog. I’m estimating it was at least an hour and a half of doing exactly the same thing over and over, with absolutely the same result over and over. How hard could this be? I followed directions and then some. I just don’t get it. I finally gave it up as a bad job and moved onto something else, something with a low potential for computer dropkicking. Sewing.

After the abovementioned tearing of hair, I spent hours trying to get four pattern pieces to resemble something at least close to a pair of pants. I ripped them out at least three times, but you know what? I learned something every time. Today, the legs, tomorrow the waistband.

After putting the sewing away, I returned to the continuing battle of entrelac knitting. Again, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, I’ve done entrelac patterns before without a problem, but not this time. This project is in time out, maybe forever, maybe just until later this evening, but in time out all the same.

So, there you go. Three projects, three fails; what happened to “third time’s a charm”? Guess it didn’t get the memo. Tomorrow is another day.