Stuck in traffic.

That’s the closest I can come, metaphor-wise, to what’s happened with the designing lately, and the knitting in general, and the blog. It’s all starting to sound like excuses to me at this point; I need to just write.

I had a big thoughtful post all planned about the mental traffic jam that’s been holding me up, and inspiration v work, and a whole lot of other nonsense, and it’s all fled from me. I think my biggest mental block is that at some point I stopped thinking of myself as a designer and started thinking of myself as someone who used to design, back when life allowed me to.

I’m calling bullshit on myself for that one.

There are really for real things that I’m struggling with right now…my health’s still lousy, and I just changed jobs again, and I have three very active kids and an ex and a current partner who has his own family problems and I feel like I’m stretched so thin you ought to be able to see right through me. I’m still not all that good at working in the 10 or 15 minute spaces that are all I can seem to create some days, and I’m great at letting myself get crowded back out of the longer spaces I try to create, and I wonder sometimes how much I want to do this, given how damned hard it is for me to manage everything I’ve already got on my plate.

But every time I come back to it and ask myself that question, the answer is desperately. I can’t think of a damned thing I’d rather do. I love it, love working out the stitches and discovering how a yarn behaves and watching something brand new take shape under my hands. I love the way it feels to concentrate completely, and I love knowing that other people enjoy the results of my work. It’s insanely rewarding for me on so many levels.

Sometimes I step back and I think to myself, it’s only crochet, it’s only knitting, what does it matter?. But you know what? It matters. It matters to a hell of a lot of people, and it matters to me, too. It’s beautiful and practical and it brings us joy. And that joy carries meaning, even if it’s something as simple as bringing a smile to my face when I wash my dishes.

I have an odd feeling that I’ll be up earlier than otherwise in the morning. I think I have a swatch that needs my attention.

Happy girl is happy.

Ohmygod she still likes school!

This made me smile:

I totally had a set of these when I was a kid. Mine had…hmm…Tom Sawyer. Last of the Mohicans. Oliver Twist. The Count of Monte Cristo. The Call of the Wild. There was a Robin Hood. And Edgar Allen Poe. And I think Moby Dick, though I think it may be the one of the lot I never read.

Anyway, just a happy blast from the past. I’d nearly forgotten about these, despite how very many hours I spent engrossed in them. Funny how memory works.

Just remembered something.

This has nothing to do with yarn-y goodness except in regards to why I’m not getting anything done. It popped into my head today because I am in enormous pain from aggravating an old injury that originated in my brief stint in the Navy and, in fact, ended my career. It’s this:

After I got hurt, I was still working out to the extent that I could. One afternoon I was on the recumbent bike and one of the Drill Instructors decided to come over and give me a talking to, which was a little unusual. You rarely heard those guys use their inside voices. Anyway, he paced around the bike and gave me a bit of a lecture, and the part of it that really, really stuck with me was when he said, “There’s a fine line between working hard and being stupid, and I trust you’ve figured out where that is now.”

That was ten years ago. And you know what? I’m not sure I know where that is now any better than I knew it then. I think I might be making the same mistake again. I need to ponder a bit. Because doing the equivalent of physically flunking out of OCS again would be stupid. And if a Gunnery Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps actually told me that, in an environment meant to push you past your perceived limits, then maybe, just maybe? I ought to consider acknowledging that just working harder isn’t always a good solution.

Something to think on, anyway.

Temptation’s a bitch.

Some of you may not know this, but I work for a certain widely despised big-box retailer which ought to remain nameless. I know that admitting this kills my knitting cred, because they are omg-teh-ebil! if Remnants is to be believed, but whatever. They gave me a job when I needed one to put a roof over my head, and they’re about the most civilized retail I’ve ever worked. Which is not to say that I like my job particularly, but it pays enough of the bills. Come to think of it, it’s been a good ten years since I’ve had a job I liked particularly, and that one didn’t really pay the bills. Hmmm.

Anyway, said retailer has something like 6000+ locations worldwide at this point, so it’s not too uncommon to get sent to another location to work on a special project or to help with training or whatever else might need done. So Monday I found myself working in the backroom of a store I’d never stepped foot in before, in a mall I’d never stepped foot in before. And do you know what happened when I walked out into the mall to get my lunch?

I discovered that I could never, never work at that location full-time. The damned thing is right next to an A.C.Moore.

Sixty-two dollars and change later, I am the proud owner of three new pairs of bamboo straights and something like twelve new balls of yarn. Gorram clearance is hell on my stashbusting plans. OTOH, I only grabbed what I have immediate projects in mind for. Now if I can only find another five or six hours a day…

No progress.

Been a rough week.

I somehow picked up a stomach thing that wasted almost three days for me. I had crazy work and a visit with the neurologist and the battle to get my almost-3-year-old to consider…just consider…wearing underwear. Shopping for school clothes for my about-to-start-kindergarten girl, shopping for groceries since I got paid, a tiny bit of actual housekeeping, and tired, tired, tired.

Must be August.

Actually did make a small bit of progress, now that I think of it, in getting a hank of wool into a ball and working a few rows on the current design project. Not where I hoped to be, but what can you do?

Life is life.

I don’t have much just yet…

Partially because I’m working on a new design and it’s a largish item and I’m part-way through the initial run-through, which is taking plenty of my time just now.

Partially because my partner and I are giving in to our momentary obsession with Beatles Rock Band. Over the last two nights we’ve picked up the achievements for playing the entire story within 24 hours and five-starring every song in the story. Granted to do the latter we set our difficulty down to easy for the nastier bits, but still.

Partially because work is eating a tremendous amount of energy right now. The bigwigs keep coming to visit and the place is in a panic. Again. And again. And again. Not so much fun.

Partially because I’m struggling with health problems right now. I go back to see the neurologist next week. I just realized that whatever is causing my other symptoms is also most likely causing the incredible tiredness I’ve been fighting, which waxes and wanes along with the rest. Hopefully this time we’ll manage to figure out what’s going on. Huge round of testing starting a year and a half ago didn’t lead us anywhere, so I’ve been avoiding going back, but I don’t think I can merrily ignore this any longer. :-/

More soon.

You’ve probably seen this by now.

But it feels like my knitterly duty to point out that the fall Twist Collective is up!

More from Maine

While in Maine, I also:

–Picked a stitch for the new design I just couldn’t find a blasted stitch for. Unfortunately, I think said stitch might just use too much yarn to be practical in the application I wish to use it in. I need to swatch again and get a good yardage estimate.

–Helped my partner replace the pullcord on the generator. This involved a crochet hook and needlenose pliers. Couldn’t have done it without the crochet hook. I’m handy to have around, lol.

–Discovered my inner little old lady. I found myself sitting in a rocking chair, knitting by gaslight. And I was happy.

What I did on my summer vacation.

Or at least this segment of it, anyway…

Worked on Traveling woman:

Took pictures of yarn (this is a BRS from Knitivity):

Wandered through a Walmart that just *expanded* their yarn selection. As far as I can tell, this has to do with the switch from Peaches and Cream to Sugar ‘n’ Creme, since the expansion was entirely Bernat yarns. But still…*more* yarn. In a Walmart. Amazing.

Watched as my partner hunted squirrels *inside* the cabin. Destructive little beasts. Hopefully I’m done having to clean up after them…for now…

Ate more of the best Southern food I’ve had outside the South…who would have guessed that I’d be going to Maine for the perfect pulled pork sandwich?

Took a walk in the woods.

Came home too soon.

Sighed.