his week I hit a wall. I’ve been working very hard physically for over a month now, I got fired Feb 12th and Dad’s stroke was the next Sunday and the fire the Sunday after that. The wall finally smacked me in the face. No energy. I’ve had 5 boxes from upstairs to unpack and it’s taken me 5 days to do it. I look at all of it and wonder where I’m going to put stuff. I sold all my bookshelves you know. I’ve puttered around a bit, every once in awhile I get enough steam to do a project like that closet and then I crash again. In front of me this week is painting the spackle patches in the bathroom and installing the three shelves, towel racks, toilet paper racks, and the temporary carpet until we get the new linoleum. Don’t seem all that interested.
I am itching to get back to crafty stuff but am still in a limbo. So much is still in storage and I haven’t had the energy to deal with the craft room. I know some of you are hankering to see it but it is a very slow slog for me. But slowly the urge is starting to percolate.
My dear long time and recently back in my life friend, Breath of Fresh Air Leslie, has a knitting meetup group. As long as you’re doing something textile related you can go. Which is good since my brother and I decided that socks are no longer working for him. I picked up the Bohemian blouse I’ve set aside and started hemming the rest of the pieces in prep for the embroidery and then the faggoted seams. Leslie took a photo of me, one of my new favorites. I have to say this photo really captures me. Needle in my mouth, hands pressing linen, biker jacket on the chair, vanilla latte , hair in disarray, amulets and talismen around my neck…



