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Apr
2012
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hello, april

in the midst of all the horrors that ensue from such wretched circumstances as a) staying alive and maintaining some level of sanity during a crippling nerve illness, b) working despite said illness in conditions that bear zero resemblance to the oohs and aahs state of the initial OMG THEY HIRED ME honeymooning period, and c) ducking from gigantic murderous german-speaking birds, i have completely neglected this blog.

my child, my blood, my intellectual excrement.

i left her on her own, writhing helplessly without any loving nourishment, and ignored her existence while pursuing a selfish, opiate-laden path of my own called “it’s me first or the bunny gets it” (also known as the “next fucker to irk me dies” path).

what a wonderful mother i would make.

i now realize the bird was merely trying to castrate me

but that’s the thing with constant, unchanging pain. it’s hard to concentrate on anything else when it’s always there. it won’t make you prettier. it won’t make you a better person. and it certainly won’t go away if you just think positive. no. all it does is turn you into a saggy bitter old maid with a slightly unfocused gaze and a medical bill the size of manitoba.

of course, once you reach that point, that’s the moment you go out and buy as much yarn as you and the postman can collectively carry. in all colors, in all qualities, from all continents and price ranges. because that’s what makes you (and by you i mean me) happy, and maintaining that level of happy is rather crucial here these days.

my precious precious happy

but after thoroughly sniffing the hanks, petting the hanks and daydreaming about the hanks, i slap myself (with the hanks) and figure things probably could be worse. i’m sure things can always be worse. and everyone has their own private hell. it’s just that some people face suffering with a sort of defeated, stoic, graceful halo that inspires others to appreciate what they still have.

me, i’m more of the kind to kick, scream and throw steaming turds at any and all instances whom i at the given time deem responsible for my current misery.

which is hardly inspiring at all.

anyway. somewhere in the midst of all this i made a pair of socks. they’re pretty,  and sparkly, and they made me and my feet happy.

seagrass by melissa morgan-oakes
ilun erikoinen (70g / 2.5mm)

incidentally, they’re the first textured pair of socks i made with the toe-up 2-at-a-time method. i figured this twinkling beauty of a yarn deserves something more than just plain stockinette. and they fit like a dream too. perfect size, perfect shape.

now if only they’d deliver my damn wollmeises already.

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4 Responses

  1. liisa! i've missed you, and wondered how you're doing! i'm happy you're back on the blog, but sooo sorry you're feeling so ill. loving all of the yarn you've scooped up. and well done on the socks! i've got a skein of sweet georgia in ginger i'm thinking of knitting socks out of for myself this summer. 😉 we'll see…. sending you the biggest virtual hug ever.

  2. Miss Liisa!! I&#39;m so glad that you&#39;ve posted!! I too, was wondering how you were doing! <br /><br />I&#39;m so sorry that you&#39;ve been feeling shitty…if I was there I&#39;d take you out for coffee and we&#39;d knit our pains away! I hope you feel better soon! ♥ Or at least feel somewhat human?<br /><br />Love the new stash additions, such yummy eye candy! I&#39;ve had to put

  3. aww, thank you, my sisters overseas! i just took out a hank of tosh merino light and started knitting away. so today&#39;s a good day.<br /><br />and melissa, i&#39;ll be having that coffee with a side of knitting in september, right!

  4. So glad you&#39;re back! But I am sorry to hear you&#39;re so down. Bulk, crazy, hoarding-like shopping for yarn is the best cure, I think, so roll in your newly acquired stash, and put everything behind you.<br />I hate that saying that it could always be worse. Of course it could, how does that help????

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