Judging by my last few posts, all yarn-alongs, the most interesting part of my life is currently my knitting. Or rather the most enjoyable part. I'm completely, totally, addicted to my knitting right now.
A few weeks ago I told my husband I was getting depressed. Either left overs from 1st baby PPD or a new beginning of 2nd baby PPD or it could be pregnant-lady hormones. Whatever it is I'm slipping into the sad world. It doesn't help that my husband's current schedule is really crummy. 5 days on at various times (Midnights, Afternoons, Early mornings, you name it) and then 2 days off. Then 5 days on. Then 3 days off. Then another switch. And another change. When he isn't working he's sleeping and that means I'm awake with the baby alone - even when he's here.
I'm lonely.
I'm depressed.
I'm pregnant.
I'm a little cranky.
So one particularly bad day when I was lonely, sad, and had run into some real ugly in a person I don't really like I picked up my sticks and made a ball gag:
I'm calling it the STFU gag and it's for people who quite frankly need to, you know, STFU.
I felt better.
Then I casted on a baby blanket.
And a shawl.
And some odds and ends.
Then I bought some clearance yarn.
And I took some yarn off of someone else's stash.
Then I did it again the following week.
I do a little work around the house and I then I search for patterns I want to make. When I find one's I like I cast them on. If I can't cast on right away I will go through my yarn and plan when I will cast on. The other night I dreamt about some soft yellow yarn.
When my parents came to visit I found myself grumpy again. I was getting whined at by all the people in my house from age 18 months to 66 years and I was not happy.
So I casted on another project. And I finished it in four days. As soon as they left I spent the day cataloging my entire stash. Today I took pictures of it, you know, for cataloging purposes.
I might be a little crazy over my yarn. And my knitting. And some crochet. But at least I'm not feeling sad.
Proof? The other day my husband said "You're handling that depression really well." I responded "I have really pointy sticks."
3 comments:
Thanks for visiting my blog. I agree starting is so exciting. I start something thinking, can I do this, can I figure this stitch out, how long can I go without having to rip it all out?
As for the rest of your life -- during a hard place someone told me, 'this, too, shall pass'. I didn't want to hear that I wanted it gone now, it wouldn't go. But one day at a time, I made it though; and that is all you can ask of yourself. ((hugs))
Great blog! I have a blog too, but I don't get a chance to update it often. I have a nearly 3-year-old daughter.
I am also a freelance writer and I'm working on three parenting books. I need more writers to help with some of the chapters. If you're interested, email me...djforjesus@hotmail.com and I'll get you some details!
Brooke
I think you can make some serious money with the STFU Gag, I'm mean i'd totally buy it!
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