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Project 52
Apr. 4th, 2018 01:07 pm
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This entry was originally posted at https://mrs-sweetpeach.dreamwidth.org/966982.html.
Breaking for lunch
Apr. 10th, 2010 03:21 pm
Our bed is still covered with yarn but I need to rest for a while. I also have more sympathy for the folks on the various hoarding shows who get tired after what seems to the viewer (read, me) a ridiculously short amount of time. I'm exhausted and I'm no where near done. Also, unless you lived here, you wouldn't be able to tell anything has changed. Unnerving, that.
My worst enemy
Apr. 10th, 2010 11:46 am
I have discovered the identity of my worst enemy, and unfortunately it is I.
I just spent the last hour moving yarn into the bedroom (cat free, and a bit more space to move around than the rest of the house -- albeit not much now that the yarn is in there). My plan was to sort through it and put like colors and materials together. Only now I'm hot, sweaty and tired and I don't really want to get up off the couch. Ironically, I know I won't get stuck out here because my yarn is in the bedroom and I can't pick up my needles and start on the brother to the fingerless mitten I made last night.
As I carried bags and buckets to the bedroom I thought "This is a lifetime's supply of yarn!" Then I thought, "I hope not, I'd be sad if I died before using it -- not to mention I hope to live long enough that I run out."
Back to work.
I just spent the last hour moving yarn into the bedroom (cat free, and a bit more space to move around than the rest of the house -- albeit not much now that the yarn is in there). My plan was to sort through it and put like colors and materials together. Only now I'm hot, sweaty and tired and I don't really want to get up off the couch. Ironically, I know I won't get stuck out here because my yarn is in the bedroom and I can't pick up my needles and start on the brother to the fingerless mitten I made last night.
As I carried bags and buckets to the bedroom I thought "This is a lifetime's supply of yarn!" Then I thought, "I hope not, I'd be sad if I died before using it -- not to mention I hope to live long enough that I run out."
Back to work.
