Today was just what I needed: bright and sunshiny. I think sometimes when things seem their bluest, you get the smallest of blessings, something that lightens your mood and makes you lift your head. Cate posted a while back that she had learned/read that everyone needs 15 minutes of sunshine each day to maintain mental health. I agree. Even though it's winter and I tend to use these cold dreary months to enjoy luscious hibernation, I must say that this sunny January has done wonders for my mood, my mental health and my disposition.
Cynical rarely works on Saturday, but today was the day, so by 7:15 a.m. he was off and away. I had planned to sleep late. (As if I needed to schedule sleep, but often it feels as if I do.) However, I found myself fixing breakfast around 7:30 a.m. I think that the mere hope of a day filled with sunbeams sprung my body out of bed, despite the best laid plans.
I had also planned to spent my day running errands, but instead I found myself perched near a window ripping out the Wavy scarf in an attempt to start anew. I fear that I had made a mistake and between my obsessive-compulsive nature and memories of my grandmother saying, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well" lead me to the decision that even though I had a lot of stitches to tear out, it would be well worth it in the end. I decided just to start over and am now through a little over one repeat with only nine more to go. No regrets, I am glad it will be just as I want it: well done. Knitting didn't require me to get dressed and presentable, errands did, so I chose the former.
The day only got better when the satellite guy came early to install our DVR. When I think of heaven, there is unlimited Ale 8, no bad hair days, completed knitting projects, cleanly shaven legs and all of my favorite television show re-runs. So needless to say, for now, it's heaven on earth here, save the perfect hair day, but you can't have everything.
(PS: Finished another felted bag. Photos to come.)
The shot at the top of the page is of a rooting vase given to us by my brother and his girlfriend. Seamstress J is one of those overly talented people that you just want to know more and more about. She's the kinda gal that also has overly creative friends, one of which made this.
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You will enjoy the DVR and I also enjoy the sunshine. Have a great weekend.
The rooting vase is lovely. You can look at it in the window and feel like it is ROOTING you on as you rip those stitches out!
Something about your post about grandmothers and stitches triggered a memory for me.
My maternal grandmother was very superstitious. She had all sorts of weird things you had to be careful of so that bad luck wouldn't follow you.
One of them was, "If you sew on Sunday, you'll have to rub the stitches out with your nose before you can get into heaven."
Let me tell you how much those words haunted me the FIRST time I did it. That time was from necessity.
After that I kind of did it to show myself I didn't believe it, I wasn't afraid, and I wouldn't be ruled by superstitions.
I never want to be like my grandmother. I never understood her. Her life seemed so heavy to me. But she's probably the one that I got my crafting from, and that's as close as I want to get.
That's so interesting. Do you know where her superstitions came from? Was she a religious woman as well?
Maybe you picked up her craftiness, but left her heaviness behind. I think sometimes we do that: pick up the good from people and leave the bad. It's when it's the other way around that there's a problem
She was religious, but I think the superstitions made a bigger impression on me.
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