My basket of UFOs looms large. Right next to the couch. In plain sight! Actually the basket is much like an iceberg. Only 10% shows, the rest buried under water (or in the avalanche closet).
Yesterday was filled with good intentions for productivity. However, there are laws against knitting in 100 degree weather or there should be. There should also be legislation to prohibit the cooking of two hour dinners in sweltering heat. At the very least the scarf would have been done had not my magazines come, it been cooler, we had gone out to dinner!
As one of my followers pointed out, oops, my only follower (husband), my big UFO is about finding work again. Someday. It isn't like I can hide that project under the bed like the knitting machine I HAD to have years ago. I can choose colors for a quilt with an eye for perfection. I can feel the right texture of yarn and see it made into a beautiful blanket. I know, it is hard to believe I have finished projects! Choosing what to do next with my life, then I am suddenly blind. As far as I know, no one is looking for a good cook with an eye for style when shopping. I can solve any household problem from a city sewage spill flooding the yard to sewing new kitchen curtains but there just isn't the demand for those skills there used to be. Sorry honey, that UFO will wait a week or so.
In the mean time, back to the projects.The crazy thing is when you are working, days seem more productive. Up at 5:30 without blinking an eye. Now I am hard pressed to make an 11 am appointment. Coffee used to take 10 minutes to gulp down while watching the news. Now coffee is a drawn out affair while giving the cat treats, with her acting as if I am supplying her daily crack. Emails to be read, news to be taken in Tweet length shots of 140 characters or less with the obligatory link (should you be actually interested), and showering and make up have taken on epic like proportions. I have watched as my prior clients retired and suddenly couldn't fit more than one appointment in their day. It was inexplicable. Perhaps they had suddenly aged and just slowed down? I aged exactly 1 day from working to not working, so maybe the age thing isn't it. Maybe life just becomes one gigantic UFO.
I have chosen the easiest item to finish, a scarf. A good knitter could do it blindfolded in under an hour. I never said I was good, just enthusiastic. As I try to fix the stitches I dropped, the clock is ticking away. Each stitch dropped like time frittered away. As I finish a sense of accomplishment washes over me. There will be one less cold neck in the world this winter. And I swear to not save the scraps for another project. Perhaps.
Yesterday was filled with good intentions for productivity. However, there are laws against knitting in 100 degree weather or there should be. There should also be legislation to prohibit the cooking of two hour dinners in sweltering heat. At the very least the scarf would have been done had not my magazines come, it been cooler, we had gone out to dinner!
As one of my followers pointed out, oops, my only follower (husband), my big UFO is about finding work again. Someday. It isn't like I can hide that project under the bed like the knitting machine I HAD to have years ago. I can choose colors for a quilt with an eye for perfection. I can feel the right texture of yarn and see it made into a beautiful blanket. I know, it is hard to believe I have finished projects! Choosing what to do next with my life, then I am suddenly blind. As far as I know, no one is looking for a good cook with an eye for style when shopping. I can solve any household problem from a city sewage spill flooding the yard to sewing new kitchen curtains but there just isn't the demand for those skills there used to be. Sorry honey, that UFO will wait a week or so.
In the mean time, back to the projects.The crazy thing is when you are working, days seem more productive. Up at 5:30 without blinking an eye. Now I am hard pressed to make an 11 am appointment. Coffee used to take 10 minutes to gulp down while watching the news. Now coffee is a drawn out affair while giving the cat treats, with her acting as if I am supplying her daily crack. Emails to be read, news to be taken in Tweet length shots of 140 characters or less with the obligatory link (should you be actually interested), and showering and make up have taken on epic like proportions. I have watched as my prior clients retired and suddenly couldn't fit more than one appointment in their day. It was inexplicable. Perhaps they had suddenly aged and just slowed down? I aged exactly 1 day from working to not working, so maybe the age thing isn't it. Maybe life just becomes one gigantic UFO.
I have chosen the easiest item to finish, a scarf. A good knitter could do it blindfolded in under an hour. I never said I was good, just enthusiastic. As I try to fix the stitches I dropped, the clock is ticking away. Each stitch dropped like time frittered away. As I finish a sense of accomplishment washes over me. There will be one less cold neck in the world this winter. And I swear to not save the scraps for another project. Perhaps.
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