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ysobel* got woken up this morning by horrible cramping runny diarrhea. that leaked out over the bed and squooshed nastily when I transfered to the chair and eurgh. got it cleaned up and stuff, but it feels like I have more coming. -- so totally not the best way to start a month :(
* realized that my tcro kept getting tighter and tighter, to the point where I was wrestling with it to try to get the hook in the right place, and also to pass things through on the return pass. am trying to make a conscious effort to loosen up, which makes things easier but the loop sizes are so totally irregular that it practically gives me hives. (and then I have to laugh at myself because OMG the first project I do in a craft is not perfect what is the world coming to!!!11 and I tell myself that a crappy first project gives me room to improve)
* really really really am missing cross-stitch. (the tcro is almost making it worse because so many info sources like to point out how tss [tunisian simple stitch] makes a most excellent gridded fabric for cross-stitching onto. which it does, but augh not helping.) I have not given up hope that there is a way to figure out how I can do it, but there are numerous obstacles and I don't know if they all can be overcome.
(and the really fine intricate stuff that I loved doing is probably improbable, even with adaptations -- if nothing else, /seeing/ the teeny-weeny stitches with non-teenagery eyes (and no ability to hold it close to my face) is unlikely -- which makes me saaaaad)
* also am missing writing. and missing having more ideas than I can shake a stick at.
* on the bright side, have figured out that the impulse to buy yarn comes not so much from needing yarn (my stash has been breeding anyway) as from needing ... I don't know that I can describe it. the possibility of having a new thing to start? it's not even a matter of starting a new project, although that's part of it. idek. but it helps me resist the urge to buy yarn I don't need.
(which is of course not the same as the urge to buy yarn that I *do* need :D )
* there is so much that I want to do but a combination of physical inability and depressive unmotivation make it ... kind of difficult. whine.
* realized that my tcro kept getting tighter and tighter, to the point where I was wrestling with it to try to get the hook in the right place, and also to pass things through on the return pass. am trying to make a conscious effort to loosen up, which makes things easier but the loop sizes are so totally irregular that it practically gives me hives. (and then I have to laugh at myself because OMG the first project I do in a craft is not perfect what is the world coming to!!!11 and I tell myself that a crappy first project gives me room to improve)
* really really really am missing cross-stitch. (the tcro is almost making it worse because so many info sources like to point out how tss [tunisian simple stitch] makes a most excellent gridded fabric for cross-stitching onto. which it does, but augh not helping.) I have not given up hope that there is a way to figure out how I can do it, but there are numerous obstacles and I don't know if they all can be overcome.
(and the really fine intricate stuff that I loved doing is probably improbable, even with adaptations -- if nothing else, /seeing/ the teeny-weeny stitches with non-teenagery eyes (and no ability to hold it close to my face) is unlikely -- which makes me saaaaad)
* also am missing writing. and missing having more ideas than I can shake a stick at.
* on the bright side, have figured out that the impulse to buy yarn comes not so much from needing yarn (my stash has been breeding anyway) as from needing ... I don't know that I can describe it. the possibility of having a new thing to start? it's not even a matter of starting a new project, although that's part of it. idek. but it helps me resist the urge to buy yarn I don't need.
(which is of course not the same as the urge to buy yarn that I *do* need :D )
* there is so much that I want to do but a combination of physical inability and depressive unmotivation make it ... kind of difficult. whine.