Funky State of Mind
I am in a serious knitting funk, and it shows no sign of abating. I do not remember when or how it started, but I do know that at least three projects have been abandoned and/or ripped ball completely -- within rows of bind off.
Last night, I spent nearly four hours at the yarn store (two of them for knitting class) eating, chatting, laughing, but most assuredly not knitting. I feel rooted and restless at the same time. I need a vacation, an adventure. My life is routine and hum-drum, and that means trouble.
When I was single, I was a free spirit; I roamed and moved at will. I moved so often that, prior to the rise of the PDA, friends bitched that I had taken every spot under "C" (surname) in there address book. Some had resorted to listing me under "G" (given name). The most resourceful made use of laser printer address labels. But those friends moaned that an inch of labels made the address book a bit wonky. The brightest of the bunch simply used a pencil.
My restlessness is legendary. It could result in, say, a move from Philadelphia to Seattle. Or a six month relocation to New Orleans simply because “I’ve never lived in The South“. Not even a relationship tamed me. Less than six months into our blossoming relationship, I left Joe (and my lucrative job in the fashion industry) to spend a month in Italy.
This brings me to my knitting. I feel that my knitting slump is directly related to staying put for too long. I am a woman who has traveled across the country three times, so the drive to and from the mall is getting a bit ho-hum.
Reside(d)
Louisiana, New York (current), Pennsylvania, Washington
Visited
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Washington D.C
Missed
Arkansas, Kentucky, Mississippi, New Hampshire, Vermont
Last night, I spent nearly four hours at the yarn store (two of them for knitting class) eating, chatting, laughing, but most assuredly not knitting. I feel rooted and restless at the same time. I need a vacation, an adventure. My life is routine and hum-drum, and that means trouble.
When I was single, I was a free spirit; I roamed and moved at will. I moved so often that, prior to the rise of the PDA, friends bitched that I had taken every spot under "C" (surname) in there address book. Some had resorted to listing me under "G" (given name). The most resourceful made use of laser printer address labels. But those friends moaned that an inch of labels made the address book a bit wonky. The brightest of the bunch simply used a pencil.
My restlessness is legendary. It could result in, say, a move from Philadelphia to Seattle. Or a six month relocation to New Orleans simply because “I’ve never lived in The South“. Not even a relationship tamed me. Less than six months into our blossoming relationship, I left Joe (and my lucrative job in the fashion industry) to spend a month in Italy.
This brings me to my knitting. I feel that my knitting slump is directly related to staying put for too long. I am a woman who has traveled across the country three times, so the drive to and from the mall is getting a bit ho-hum.
Reside(d)
Louisiana, New York (current), Pennsylvania, Washington
Visited
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Washington D.C
Missed
Arkansas, Kentucky, Mississippi, New Hampshire, Vermont
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