Ok, yeah I missed the post on Friday. I mostly lost track of time throughout the day due to how busy I was. I also think a part of me really hates seeing that picture of me on the blog. It's a horrid picture and completely unflattering. It also makes me really come to terms with my roundness. Now, you would think this wouldn't be a shock. I knew the clothes were getting bigger. I knew I was having a harder and harder time being active. You just have to understand the last real photo I had taken was at my wedding seven years ago. Seeing anything current is...well...Shocking.
According to this article, I have the equivalent of 2 medium size turkeys (Potentially deadly turkeys. Who knew??) hanging on my chest. If that's the case, I have an entire cow hanging off my hips and a decent sized goose on each thigh. I'm a fucking barnyard. I think it's time to start killing us some chickens, Maw. Yes, I have a plan for doing something about it, but more on that later. This isn't a diet and exercise blog. Although it might become one and I don't blame you for running as fast as you can from the crazy lady I will become.
On the yarn front, I've had to do some serious rethinking. I know that some of you may go into some sort of apoplectic seizure so I am warning you, this is not for the faint of heart.
I don't think I like knitting.
I'll give you a moment.
Yes, I know how to knit. I am not a Knitter. Hell, I'm not even a knitter. I'm a Crocheter who knows how to knit. I have begun avoiding my projects because they are all cast on needles. Not a hook in sight. I picked up a crochet hook on Friday evening to test a theory. I grabbed some acrylic (Hang in there guys, just take deep breaths. I know this is a lot thrown at you at once.) from the stash and went to town. It's the most relaxed I've been in months. It's the most at peace I have felt in months. I wanted to cry it felt so good to have that hook in my hand. I've already completed 1/8th of an afghan for my brother's wife. I found myself being torn between Guild Wars and yarn for the first time in a long time.
I am having fun with my yarn again.
This was not an easy conclusion to come to. I have even been hiding projects from my Dear Stalkees. It's time to come clean to the blogging world and I will do so. Next post. Besides, I have to quit giving Christina things to hold over me and beat me with when I don't post on time. Hehe
Next post: What the Stalker has been doing behind (almost) everyone's blog backs.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Living vicariously through others with grace and elegance. Okay, no, I'm actually trying to find my own life by stalking the shit out of it!
8 comments:
Am I the only one that finds it a little odd that you're ashamed of being a Crocheter? And you're trying to hide this?
Have you looked at the title of your blog lately? "I Stalk Knitters". Not "I am a knitter".
Crochet away, even if it is acrylic, and be happy. And post pictures.
Ok ok! Stop hitting the Stalker! Sheesh. I never said I wasn't a silly goober head and I never claimed I wasn't prone to peer pressure. :P
It is nice to have the support though. Heee
Oh, and another thing?
Go read this. Especially the part after the picture.
You're welcome.
roflmao! Thank you, madam, for the most elaborate berating a blogger can receive. Having her own words thrown right back in her face. Yikes. I am humbled. I shall begin to behave myself now. Maybe.
You're good. I do have to give you that.
Well this is gonna run someone off for sure, Norma Dear, cuz ya know what? All that lovely fancy stuff I have in my stash? I'm gonna crochet with it. Teehee. I feel naughty.
Picture-wise, I'm just happy to be able to put a face with the name!
(P.S. Dulaan take crocheted stuff, too, hint, hint.)
*gasp* Ms. Ryan! As if I would let a little thing like stitch type keep me from making things for the Dulaan project! Shame on you! *giggle* Seriously, of all the nerve. *snerk*
Someday I will keep a straight face when fussing. I will, darn it all. *hahahahaha*
Say it loud! You crochet and you're proud! I'm ok with you being a happy hooker. I dabble in it myself...
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