OFF THE NEEDLES
If you read my Saturday post, you know my Yahoo e-mail account was hacked, I was locked out of my account and then things snowballed when anything that remotely connected with my Yahoo was locked and by the time I finally was able to get things up and going again, I was pretty close to crazy. No matter, it was fixed and I’m up and rolling again. So, it’s a couple of days late but the Karma sweater is finished and turned out like this:
This sweater was truly a joy to knit, with no seaming (which I hate to do) and super clear instructions. I’m so happy that the yarn is now a sweater that I really love and will probably wear until it falls apart instead of having to avert my eyes every time I open my closet door.
I’m linking up with Frontier Dreams’ Keep Calm Craft On today, so along with Karma, I’m showing and telling this sweet wooden ladder that I found at a garage sale for about 5 bucks, brought home, sponge painted and upcycled into a plant stand.
My morning glories are a little peaked this morning. They look thirsty.
It feels wonderful to post again!
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. Robert Frost
IS IT REALLY?
I read a Facebook post this morning naming today as “Blue Monday“. Since I’d never heard of this before today, a quick Wiki search yielded this, “Blue Monday is a name given to a date in mid-to-late January stated, as part of a publicity campaign by Sky Travel, to be the most depressing day of the year. However, the whole concept is considered pseudoscience, with its formula derided by scientists as nonsense.” Thanks Wiki, I owe you one.
BY THE BOOK
I’ve several “balls in the air” as far as reading goes. I’m listening to two very different books, one of which is Shirley Jackson‘s Haunting of Hill House, an old school horror story and Danger to Self: On the Front Line with an ER Psychiatrist, by Paul Linde. I call the Shirley Jackson book old school because, at least so far, it relies on the setting, the reactions of the characters and creepy foreshadowing to send chills up the spine, instead of blood, guts and over-the-top violence found in a lot of current horror stories. I suppose what I’m really trying to say is that the creepiness of Hill House is psychological, with ideas that hook themselves in your head, that can’t be shaken, becoming more and more poisonous, malignant and frightening as time goes by. I’m telling you, it’s creepy.
I FIXED IT!
So, I had this crocheted, summery sweater that I loved and the last time I wanted to wear it, I noticed that it had a huge ladder across the back, where apparently a stitch had come undone or dropped or some such thing. I temporarily arrested it with a safety pin and put it aside with the promise to myself that I’d give it a good look, figure out where the problem arose and fix it. Today I gave it the look I’d promised, decided it was similar enough to a dropped stitch when knitting to try the crochet hook method, and IT WORKED. It really, really WORKED! It’s not perfect but it’s so much better than it was, I’m really rather proud of myself. Take a look and tell me what you think.
Yep, more than a little proud of myself.
One joy dispels a hundred cares. Confucious