Haven't started any new stitching projects. I knit a couple fluffy scarves for my niece in hot pink and purple (those being her favorite colors currently). Her birthday was on Easter this year, and today is my birthday. She is now three and I am twenty-nine. As we left on Sunday she told me "I'm glad you could come and give me birthday presents." Too cute. She was very happy with the scarves.
This month has been hard. I think I'll feel better when we're past my birthday, but I've been saying things like that for a good year. This morning started with confronting a postal supervisor who was not super helpful. My last two Graze boxes were likely misdelivered and who knows if I'll ever get them.
I've been knitting a soctopus, and stuffed a wool octopus I'd knit ages ago and randomly found again. I even remembered to take them to my mom's house so she can felt it in her washer.
My legs have been in more pain than usual for a while and not my upper body has joined them in this shameless mutiny. I am getting very close to the end of my tether.
I super messy stitched a quote from a Leonard Cohen poem onto a handkerchief. We'll call it pain-stitching, which you do just to be stitching something anything, just for that focus it provides. If I can focus worse pain into just my hands it's easier to cope for a bit, but there's a limit.
Right now I am knitting a Clanger. I will eventually make two, one for my niece and one for my nephew. They're extra big, since I just kind knit with size two needles. Size five is pushing it already.
Hoping I can take a bath at Madre's tonight which will maybe help? Who knows. My body is an evil unto itself.
I got a local commission for a really involved pattern (just the pattern) and working on that sapped my desire to stitch. I finally finished the second installment of my Dreams and Nightmares series.
This one was a little easier to get through, and I think they'll continue getting easier which is maybe the point? I don't know.
Now I'm at a loss for what to do next. Mostly I've been reading up a storm while playing mindless time management games due to vastly increased leg pain. It's typical fibromyalgia changing-seasons bullshit. I haven't even been to snuggle with my cat, just her leaning against my leg is too much.
Also making it hard to sleep is being stalked by a morning dove. Never in three and a half years has there been a bird on the window ledge (it's a slanted ledge, not flat), and suddenly twice in as many days there's a morning dove cooing at me.
Yes, that sounds nice to some people, but birds don't like me and I don't like them. Not your normal doves, robins, starlings, cardinals and such anyway. I'm happy with crows and larger birds.
