A month. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve posted. January 8th-February 10th. That’s whack. Why? You may ask-I’ll be glad to share.
A month of grueling, thankless (except for the paycheck), work.
It’s the enemy of leisure, you know. So I’ve had to be selective with my time. Kids…hubbie…tired. Fatigue is also the enemy of leisure. I haven’t been completely off-goal, but I have been very limited. I’ve done some reading, and I’ve done some knitting, and that my friends, sums it up. Throw in a couple of rented dvd’s and a few good meals and I’ve just recapped the last month in 105 words.
Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun…
When I ate my first Big Mac, there was not a McDonald’s in my home town. You had to drive about an hour in any given direction to get to one. When I tried my first one, it was love at first bite. (Scarcity drives demand, don’t you know.) I don’t remember if it was my sophomore or junior year in high school, but we finally got a McDonald’s in my little East Texas town. The cars literally stretched about a mile down the street the Saturday it opened. I’m not sure that there was ever a more anticipated opening in our little burg. It was big news. Yep, big news. But it wasn’t pretty. I have vague memories an undetermined period of time where I consumed Big Macs daily. Looking back, it’s hard to believe.
I don’t love Big Macs anymore. I don’t love McDonald’s. And I certainly wouldn’t drive out of my way to get to one. There have been times when I’ve pulled into the drive-through for my kids and smell has repulsed rather than enticed me. In spite my general abhorrence for the restaurant chain, however, about once a year, I have an inexplicable craving for a Big Mac.
Over the last couple of weeks, I felt it coming on. I’d see a commercial, and be tempted. I knew it was coming, and when I woke up this morning, I had a sneaky suspicion that today was the day. Today was the day for a Mac Attack!
I’m not gonna lie. I was stress eating. Stress with a capital “S”. And I’m not ashamed to say it…That sandwich was good. I enjoyed it. I didn’t feel bad about it. I don’t now. And I’m done. Done until the next time. My next annual (or whatever-I’m pretty sure it was well over a year this time) Mac Attack. Nostalgia? Probably Tasty? Usually. An anomaly? Absolutely. Acts of random gastronomy…
It’s been a month of transition at my house. Transition back to school. Transition back into my husband’s business travel. Transition into a new level of engagement in my own job, which has also necessitated travel. As it turns out, I’m not as good at transition as I used to be. This morning finds me reflecting back on a month of obstacles. Isn’t that absurd? It’s so easy for us to focus on what we aren’t able to do instead of really experiencing what we’ve done.
I sat down today to write about obstacles to my blogging. Mainly because I carry masses of guilt on a daily basis. Guilt for what I haven’t done or haven’t done well. I added my blog to this list over the last couple of weeks. I felt guilty because I didn’t do something that I do strictly because I enjoy it. And guess what? The guilt eliminates the enjoyment. That’s an irony I don’t find enjoyable. And I love irony.
So this morning I woke up a little angry. Per the usual, I was angry with myself. So I decided to give into the obstacles. I let myself be interrupted by my kids and chose not to be frustrated by it. I let myself go onto other things when i couldn’t start a load of laundry because I’m out of laundry detergent. I let myself read blogs and link to sites as my whim dictated. I let myself drink a cup of coffee and do nothing. And it was nice. And I don’t feel guilty. I gave into the obstacles, and I was able to cut myself some slack instead of focusing on what isn’t getting done. (I win!)
….And now I’m blogging. (I win again!) And I’m still going to talk about those obstacles, because really, they’re kind of funny.
1. I finished my Tunisian Multi-Garment, but have no photos to blog because I can’t decide the best way to lace it together. I’ve laced and re-laced this garment around 5 times and undo it every time. There’s a strong possibility I’m subconsciously postponing the inevitable because I don’t want my picture taken. Hmmmm.
2. I’ve crocheted what I feel is an adorable scarf. I can’t finish it, however, because I went off pattern and ran out of yarn with only three sides of the final border row to go. I went to the yarn store yesterday and they’re out, so I ordered some. It’s going to take two weeks for the yarn to come in because I went to my local yarn store instead of ordering it online. Why don’t I order it online? Because of guilt! I love the little ladies at my yarn store and I feel obligated to get it from them because of their elderly wonderfulness. Next.
3. I’ve finished a pencil skirt and I think it’s pretty awesome. I’m actually taking license by saying I’ve finished it because I haven’t. I need to add a hook and eye to the waist band. That’s all. I’ve needed to add this hook and I for roughly four weeks. Still haven’t done it. I want to wear it to work. But I can’t because it needs a hook and eye. Could it be that I’m postponing completion on purpose? Probably. You see, I want to blog my sewing triumph, but then…I’d probably need to have my picture taken….
Oh well, I think I’ll deal with one shortcoming at a time…don’t you think? I’m going back here now…Wishing you all a peaceful weekend!….Amy
It’s been an incredibly busy week. We are a household in chaos. Drama camp, Sewing camp, Vacation Bible School, two full time jobs….it’s depleted all of us. The children are fussy, the parents are fussy, the uncut grass is tall, the laundry is piled in a chair, and takeout reigns supreme.
But this morning, I had a few minutes…
To look around…to enjoy things that are beautiful today…in this moment…
The morning glories have overtaken my favorite birdhouse. I love the messy opulence of it…
The illusion of the trailing vines spilling onto the ground…as opposed to their herculean effort of reaching toward the sun.
Zinnias so bright and beautiful that I had to capture them, just for a moment.
And bring them inside with a little Lantana
and Lemon Balm….heady stuff!
Just a few minutes of peace and purpose, tucked in at the end of a flurry of summering.
Those halcyon days
Fun, sun and listless boredom
The last bell sounds…
So the Craftsy journey continues, and I have to say, I liked the three color Tunisian soooo much better than the single color work. I chose Catania Cotton (yes, shocking I know).
I love these colors!
The three color is easier because each different color strand highlights and accents the architecture of the stitches. You don’t have to figure out where your “vertical bar” is because it’s color coded. Very cool!
So I’m into my next Tunisian project. Titled the “Multigarment”, it’s a two-panel wrap that can be worn as a shawl, sweater, or poncho (love the peekaboo shoulders). Not to be redundant, but also very cool.
Also very ambitious. I’m branching waaayyyy out on this one. I’m using Paton’s Grace-another mercerized cotton (practically identical to Catania-the waaayyy was sarcasm). I’m not sure that the photos do my palette justice. I think it’s going to be pretty….if it ever gets completed. Did I mention it’s very ambitious?
The blue is my “color pop”. Hmmm…still thinking about it…love it in theory, though.
I’m off to stitch!
One kindergarten graduation
Field Day times two
Jump rope team tryouts
Three hundred fifty annual reviews
A costume for a fractured fairy tale
Rafunzel … there’s something new
I got a lot of things done this week
but sorry, no haiku
Swarming in my home
Cracks, crevices and plumbing
Voice deep and mellifluous
Now only in dreams
Happy Birthday Pops…