I find that it’s good to have at least one mindless thing on the needles, sometimes more than one. I have the scrap blanket that fills that spot, at least for now. It’s still small enough to be portable, simple enough that I can do it in the dark at a movie, and yet the stripy colors make it feel like potato chip knitting.
Each little section of color finished feels like an accomplishment. As does the corners. I did manage to do a bit of it while watching Wonder Woman. Though I did manage to miss a stitch and end up with one more on the needles than I was supposed to have. I tried to figure it out in the dark but Gal Gadot’s lips were incredibly distracting.
I should be working on the sea slug but I’m not quite mentally focused enough for that. My sinus’ are still chaotic with an infection of some sort and depression is running rampant in my brain meats, what with the housing stuff. I think I know what I need to do so that everything lines up though, so hopefully when I sit down to begin again it’ll fall neatly into place. Though I’m super glad I didn’t cut the yarn every couple of rounds as the instructions say, that would be quite frustrating to basically be out that yarn.
So, I’ve been noodling on this pattern for a while.
I have a complicated relationship with crochet. Meaning, we don’t get along very well. I can generally make it work though. I suspect this will be one of those moments.
That dark blue is supposed to be straight and the center of the other end, where the marker is should be is very much not centered. So shortly this will be torn out and restarted. I don’t mind the restarting so much as the uncertainty on if I’m doing it right.
Uncertainty seems to be the name of the game lately though. Our housing is up in the air and that freaks me out quite a bit. We’re still packing but currently, we have no set place to go. I think the packing is a nervous thing, just trying to get something done. We’ll have to have something figured out by the end of the month so fingers crossed.
The updating once a week was feeling confining. My other journaling place has pretty much died out but I still have words that need to get out of my head, onto the screen. I’ll be breaking things out a bit more over here. It’ll still be primarily knitting, sewing, and crafting of some sort. But I’m feeling more that crafting of my life is also a thing and something that I need to work on.