2 weeks of knitting straight! I’m high enough on my calf that I’m going to introduce some conservative increases. Wish me luck as my ratio is based on 1am math… 😉
Some days I knit for hours throughout the day and evening (the up-side to attending the never-ending children’s events), others less so. A few days ago I literally knit only a dozen stitches, just to make sure I knit that day. It doesn’t matter, it is making me feel better, giving me the feeling that I have a bit more of a handle on my own life. It amazes me that I can feel so trapped or cornered with all my responsibilities. Responsibilities that *I* chose. I wonder how much of our frustration with our lives stems from our own perceptions of how those lives “must” proceed. And having typed that, I feel like I should follow it up with “duh, of COURSE that is true!”
So how does that relate to our outrage when others try to restrict us and our choices? I’m not sure, but I feel enough outrage that I’ve moved from knitting hats to participating to the local Women’s Sister March in my town, today. All it took was another woman asking if I was planning to go, and I realized that I couldn’t say no. Because why wouldn’t my own rights be important enough to spend a couple hours taking a stand for?
I have no interest in arguing about whether or not our President is a horrible man, or whether or not abortion should be legal (2 of the most contentious points, lately). I will just say that women are under attack and sometimes (not only those in power, but) everyone needs a reminder that we have a right to the same liberties as men.
I am heartened in the fact that today my Facebook newsfeed shows picture after picture of women (and male supporters as well!) all over the globe collecting to march and rally. Yesterday my newsfeed was full of arguments — both reasonable and ridiculous, but today…today I see so much unity that it makes me teary eyed.
Love to you all! ❤
for relaxing & indulging. 🙂 I purchased an excellent coloring book last week, while at the comic book/magic card shop with my oldest. It’s DC’s The Flash. In a bid to encourage my boys to spend some time together (and bonus: with me) NOT competing on video games or otherwise fighting with each other, I pulled out the coloring book, fired up Netflix and set up the colored pencils. It took a bit, but we all spent time coloring, talking, and just resting easily with each other.
I just finished mine, so here all 4 of them are. 🙂
I also finished the third hat for the Women’s March, and wove in all the ends:
It’s nice to know I’m still on track — days#6 & 7 of knitting = successful. Perhaps soon I’ll add a little exercise to my daily regime? 😉
I’m not planning any trips to D.C., but I know some are. Why not send a few hats along, right? This is some mystery acrylic blend that is super bulky. Actually, it’s some sort of novelty ribbon yarn that is meant to be spread out so you can knit through the holes but…well, meh. I bought the yarn from a clearance “mill ends” bin at Joann’s a while ago with thoughts of making something for one of my nieces. I suppose I still am, in a way, right?
Back to the sock in a couple days. This hat only takes a few hours on size 15’s. I actually knit it twice today — the first time it was too big, so I ripped it. This time it was almost too small, but as you can see, it’s *just* stretchy enough! 🙂
Day#5 of knitting, done.
Not on the sock, unfortunately. Today, volunteer & work-life called. A morning of rowdy kindergarteners was followed by an afternoon of trying to guard against a broken heart as child after child sat with me to do their math & I watched them struggle — little 7 and 8 year old boys and girls with learning disabilities, attention disorders, and others showing all the signs of homes filled with neglect. I cannot even express how guilty I felt, walking out of that room after 45 minutes and actually feeling relief that my day isn’t filled with that heartache all the time. I don’t know how teachers do it, really.
Next was a few hours of catching up on some volunteer work (Battle of the Books…SO COOL), grabbing dinner and then heading out to a monthly scout meeting for volunteers. I came home in time to grab makings for tomorrow’s dinner (thank God for crockpots), then read to my boys (who would have thought that at almost 14, 12 & 10 they still want me to read to them every night!). Now I’ve tossed a load of laundry in, lurked on facebook and returned a few emails. I think I’m going to take a stab at that “sleeping reasonable hours” thing and crash earlier than normal. Usually this creates a super-duper-tired-and-groggy effect the next day, but maybe…*maybe* I’ll get lucky? In any case, I have to wake up 20 minutes early to prep the crock pot meal, so no sleeping in until the last minute for me, tomorrow!
Day#4 of knitting — just 1 round on my sock — so I can say I knit, today.
No picture tonight — you’ll have to believe me when I say the sock is about 3 inches longer than it was before. I did get my snow day and used it well — sitting around & relaxing, after sleeping (amid many interruptions from children) until after noon! Some days I wonder if I will ever not be tired and overwhelmed — I’m counting the days until my youngest is out of elementary school, and the huge load of volunteer work I signed up for goes away. It’s a little funny to me that (until a few days ago,) the last time I wrote on this blog was at least 3 years before he was even IN school.
So many things have changed in the last 8 years — getting involved in cub scouts, then the PTO, then getting a job with my children’s school. I spent a year working in a yarn shop, and am now back at their school. I love being there, but resent the situation a bit as it’s yet another time suck — especially because it’s very easy to feel obligated to work extra hours (for no pay, of course).
Really it comes down to 1 1/2 more years until my life is (closer to being) my own, again. I don’t regret the things I’m doing/have done, but I see the loss of time, and how I, my home, and sometimes my family have suffered. It is a sobering reality to see that there are truly no perfect answers. With every situation comes both pro and con, and the best we can do is find what we can live with and find the most happiness from.
With that bit of 1am philosophy, I’ll leave you with an image I found on the page that inspired my friend Liz and I to begin our own personal 100 days of knitting:
Here is a link to the 100 days project (which I’m not following very well in anything except name): https://thegreatdiscontent.com/100days
…and morning is on it’s way. I had hopes for a snow day, but it isn’t looking very promising, so 7am is going to come way too early! Ah well…is quiet time with knitting and a movie ever a bad choice?
(remind me I said that when I’m dragging myself out of bed in a few hours!)
…and I’ve been blogging all along! 😉
I’m not sure why I’m back at my blog, but why not? I think I was inspired by my friend’s comment that she is starting “100 days of knitting.” If I had told 7-years-ago me that I would be knitting as infrequently as I have been for the last year or two, she’d have laughed. It’s true though. Instead of dealing with my stress, I’ve been using crutches to hide from it. I’m hoping that getting back to knitting will re-introduce some more mindfulness in my life. Posting a quick snippet on my blog may help as well.
…in the meantime, meet the beginning of my toe-up knee socks (to-be).