Wednesday, August 31, 2011


I messed the bind off of my sock. The thread for my bookmark either breaks or I mess up the pattern; I'm adapting an old edging from single motifs to a line of split ring motifs.

I have some great books to read (The Meaning of Everything, Changes & Thou Uncommon, Thou Improper Noun) but just can't sit down and read them. I have a lovely coloring book (Fat Ladies in Spaaaaace) but only .3 mm markers, because I can't find any of my other markers, colored pencils or crayons.

Plus someone told me something this weekend that really upset me. I mean, upset me enough that I don't trust talking about it on the internet. I can't talk about it to anyone. I scribbled down how I felt, hoping it would help. It hasn't. Not really. Only time will heal.


Maureen said...

While sympathising with the pear-shaped weekend, I like your un-read books!! - Must track them down here.

shannon_in_love said...

i really dislike it when I feel like bad stuff is following was like that last week... hopefully you will find someone to listen to you, because i know for physically hurts to not have anyone to talk to...i usually have to wait a month to explode to my sister.

have you tried screaming it to your walls. I hope you find something that works...

Sewicked said...

Maureen, you'll have to get the Nouns book used. It's out of print.

Shannon, part of my problem is unintended training to 'keep it to myself.' You know, laugh and the world laughs with you; cry, and you cry alone.