Another day another dollar.
I have a full week of slinging yarn ahead of me. We're having a special guest teacher in who has written books and looks crazy. I'm excited. I want to see this woman speak. She's a middle-aged woman with three different colors of day glo hair.... I would take her class on colorwork, but then people would secretly know I like colorwork, and we can't have that getting out.
I've been pretty bummed out lately. Going home is really emotionally draining. I come home very upset. Just because I can talk about things other then death doesn't mean I'm handling it ok. And I'm not. I'm a mess. I cry alot in the morning. It sucks. And I think it bothers me the most that I don't have anyone to call when it feels really bad. Because, I don't think the boy would appreciate calls to his work every 15 minutes. Its just a very lonely process, I can't even explain it properly.
I restarted my sweater sleeve on a smaller needle. This seems to be doing the trick. That's what I did last night while watching a Miami Ink marathon. I'm about this close to saving up money to go to Miami to have them tattoo me. Good golly.....they are some talented people!!! I love my tattoo, but I'm going to eventually have to jazz it up if its going to be the beginning of a sleeve. I might add my mom's morning glories around it for her birthday.
I need a vacation. I need to get in a plane and go somewhere.
I also need coffee and a bagel...mmmm....
Need to stop for them on my way to work.
oh..and today...the baby sweater begins. I will officially become one of THOSE people. You know...baby people...who like to talk about other people's babies.
I have a full week of slinging yarn ahead of me. We're having a special guest teacher in who has written books and looks crazy. I'm excited. I want to see this woman speak. She's a middle-aged woman with three different colors of day glo hair.... I would take her class on colorwork, but then people would secretly know I like colorwork, and we can't have that getting out.
I've been pretty bummed out lately. Going home is really emotionally draining. I come home very upset. Just because I can talk about things other then death doesn't mean I'm handling it ok. And I'm not. I'm a mess. I cry alot in the morning. It sucks. And I think it bothers me the most that I don't have anyone to call when it feels really bad. Because, I don't think the boy would appreciate calls to his work every 15 minutes. Its just a very lonely process, I can't even explain it properly.
I restarted my sweater sleeve on a smaller needle. This seems to be doing the trick. That's what I did last night while watching a Miami Ink marathon. I'm about this close to saving up money to go to Miami to have them tattoo me. Good golly.....they are some talented people!!! I love my tattoo, but I'm going to eventually have to jazz it up if its going to be the beginning of a sleeve. I might add my mom's morning glories around it for her birthday.
I need a vacation. I need to get in a plane and go somewhere.
I also need coffee and a bagel...mmmm....
Need to stop for them on my way to work.
oh..and today...the baby sweater begins. I will officially become one of THOSE people. You know...baby people...who like to talk about other people's babies.
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It would be uber cool to be tattooed by the people on Miami Ink... awesome that you have a chance to do that!
In the meantime, here are some extra big hugs for you - *hugs*
How's it going?
[Edited on Nov 17, 2005 6:47AM]