One billion degrees
It's like one billion degrees
It's like one trillion degrees
From the hot parking lot
To the sand that is not so cool
Soooooo hot. And so much to say. Ugh. I'll try to get some of it out before I melt dead away...
Sorry for the long absence here. I have been refocusing on myself lately and that has led to a not insignificant period of introspection. I've been thinking about many things -- from losing the now 30 excess pounds that I am carrying to actively focusing on where my career is heading to diving fully back into crafting.
Rest assured, knitting has always been done. In fact, the Milan Jackets are at the most boring point of needing one half a sleeve to have all the knitting be done. Then I can move onto finishing them both. (This will probably be the LAST time I knit two of anything. Maybe...)
I knit every single day on my commute to and from work, so I always have some progress to show. As such, I have a bazillion projects in progress (oh my fickle heart) and in queue. Knitting satisfies me... but aggravates my carpal tunnel. And in the summer, I don't want to work on it at night in my un-air conditioned room. (The babies, bless their souls, have a/c in their room.) The yarns all stick to me and make me feel, well... gross.
So in keeping with wanting to craft and finish more -- and keeping my hand out of the proverbial cookie jar -- I have turned my eye back to a forgotten passion. One that, of course, necessitated buying even MORE furniture and moving stuff out of the kiddos' bedroom -- which was good, because they were starting to try to get into stuff they shouldn't be in...
If you can't tell from the picture above, at night my heart turns to sewing and quilting. (And, Tar-jay, as usual, rocks. Awesome sewing table, 15% discount and free shipping!) Oh, and yes, the cats do think the table was brought in just for them.
I know you're thinking, "but what about the stuff the kiddos wanted?" Well, Hunter nearly pulled the sewing machine on her head and Aden "walked" his jumperoo around the room -- putting him within reach of certain items (cough, scissors, cough) that his forgetful mom didn't stow safely away. (These items are ALL. GONE. NOW.)
I will admit that I can't sew a perfectly straight line yet, but I expect a summer of progress -- and a few purchased seaming guides -- will get me there. I've been working on a few simple pieces -- pre-printed soft books, coasters -- and will pick up on piecing quilts soon.
In other news, I've decided to fully go back on Weight Watchers (and to try to get on the boards at least ONCE a day when I can), update my resume -- just in case, you know?-- and spend more time trying to have fun with my kids and husband.
After all, they're my biggest passion...