Alas, the calendar page turned and all of my industrious mojo left.
After Christmas, I cleared an unbelievable amount of stuff from my house. Six 25-gallon bins, four boxes and assorted shopping bags of clothing,
some a frightening amount dating back to a different century. (I wish I was kidding.) Perhaps the up-side of being a “classic” dresser is that … your stuff doesn’t go out of style? In that week, I prepared and consigned more than 120 pieces of adult clothes. Went through scads of Darling Bebe clothes. Other things delivered to those who need them. I can see floor in places in the attic, and just need the plastic cabinets to go on sale to have a workable closet space up there.
Then all that energy just … evaporated.
I’m so far behind at work I can see my own backside. Granted, this has not been helped by a disastrous furniture delivery (furniture was sent back, war with store continues), snow day (two feet), and hopelessly delayed medical appointment (physician and his plow were both stuck in his driveway, setting me back by hours). When the email came today reminding me that the office was closing early before the three-day weekend, I had to laugh. AS. IF.
If this was just a work problem that would be one thing. One peek inside my house and it’s certainly not. The place is a bona fide FEMA site. This must change.
When I feel overwhelmed, I become utterly lousy company. Owl as Oscar the Grouch. No desire to do anything but sit in a chair and knit uninterrupted. (Which also has not been in the cards.)
Could this be total burn-out?
I did steal a few minutes to pick up my long-abandoned purple sweater for Darling Bebe and knock out the collar the other night. That leaves exactly three mattress-stitch seams and 27 ends to weave in and it will be DONE. And it will fit her.
I will get it finished this weekend.
No playing with mittens or cowls until I do. Period.
Tangential digression: I have realized that my seeming inability to make the Kilkenny Cowl grow is really an optical illusion. Knitting this cowl on US 2s is really akin to knitting a tube top for one of those skinnypuss teenage girls. In that context, using a rather fine yarn (in both weight and quality!), no wonder it’s taking awhile. It may end up a cowl, but it’s practically knitting an entire sweater body!
There is just one solution.
Effective immediately, I am placing myself in time-out.
No word on when the self-imposed exile will expire.