After a full day of online job hunting, one thing has become apparent. The less the salary of any given job, the longer the questionnaire. I don't mind writing a short essay as to why I make a good choice for a position, particularly if it involves writing skills. It's a chance to shine and talk up my accomplishments. However, if the position requires knowing how to speak English, breath, and blink your eyes to be successful, then perhaps the 25 pages of psychological questions straight out the eighties could be pared down. Interestingly enough, no matter how many ways you word it, I still will not agree with the statement "I often take my anger out on others".
As I try not to despair at my quest to find a company that wants my creative intelligence or at least my breathing body, I turn to my stash of projects for a bit of peace and sense of accomplishment. I have been making great strides on a needlepoint bracelet canvas that I am determined to finish this weekend. But I have a wandering eye. My glance at a sock yarn skein of exquisite colors makes my heart jump ever so slightly. The photo of a completed holiday stocking makes my finger itch to touch the yarn. The unseasonably cool breeze outside makes me yearn to work with autumnal colors. Am I being unfaithful to my UFOs if I start yet another project?
I draw the curtains closed and stealthily make my way to my stash. The yarns for a cabled pocket scarf are perfect for an impending season change, lush with golds and browns. No wait! Nothing cheers me up like Christmas. The Peppermint Mocha sock yarn with it's hand dyed variations of pinks to not quite red, soft browns, and beige would soothe my soul to work with tonight. No, now that I'm thinking about Christmas, it has to be the stocking!
The guilt washes over me. Starting yet another project would be, would be, would be just another project! Knitters and stitchers know that unlike actual work deadlines and tasks, our projects are worked on by whim. Once in awhile for a specific gift occasion we are married to a project (actual vows given in the form of announcing we are giving a baby blanket for a shower, for example). Otherwise they are worked on by choice. My choice. There are no Project Police waiting to arrest me for my wandering eye and fingers. No guild of knitters with a set of by-laws to fine me for knitting polygamy that will crash through the door.
I throw the curtains wide open again and hold my head high as I start the holiday stocking. It may not be done for this holiday, but for tonight it's the one I love.
:D!
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