If startitis is the disease that is manifested by the uncontrollable urge to start a new project while current projects hang limp on the needles…then I have a roaring case of startitis.
Clapotis in Silk Garden Lite.
Those are not enormous dropped stitches up there. Those are the yo’s that are supposed to stop the ripping when I drop a stitches on purpose later on. Or so the story goes….
Green is my favorite color.
At least it is today.
I’m knitting on size 9’s, and hoping my stitches aren’t too loose. I don’t think so. I’m aiming for an easy rip of the dropped stitch portion of the scarf, later on. And I want a nice drape. (Well. Maybe it is too loose. Crap.)
So I’ll soldier on and hope for the best.
In the good news department — Christmas boxes were mailed today. Phew. Cross that off my list.
Wouldn’t it be nice if it was okay to be happy with just a string of pretty lights, and maybe a candle to illuminate the dark at Christmas? But every year I succumb to the power of the Xmas machine and the demand to do more more MORE.
Buy more, spend more, wrap more, give more, clean more, cook more, plan more, drive more. Only to end up looking forward to next Wednesday, because then I can rest.
Next year I’ll do better.
But I tried. I kept decorations simple. Just some (okay, they’re fake) candles to light the way.
Someone at work said something today that stuck with me.
“My ghosts come out at Christmastime.”
That’s exactly what I would have said, if I’d known it was what I wanted to say at all.
“My ghosts come out at Christmastime.” Indeed. They do.
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But there’s tons to be happy about, too. My kids are home safely from college. There’s still money in the bank, even after the shopping is done. I have next Tuesday off. Tomorrow is hump day. Tomorrow morning I get to bend the ear of my medical director about some of these nightmare discharge plans I’ve been dealing with, confident that she’ll listen and hear only the important stuff in the midst of all my chatter, and give some really decent advice like she always does.
And…
Harrison says, “Mom may not like the Christmas season very much, but I sure do loves me my tree!”
