Since coming face-to-face with the monumental task of clearing out Mama and Daddy's house, I've been on a bit of a crusade around here. I'm trying to get rid of my clutter/things that I can't imagine either Briton or Hannah wanting once I'm gone. This morning, I came across a box filled with photos, cards, etc. that were being saved for decoupage. It was fun going through the box, winnowing out the ones that didn't strike me as it seemed they once did. But now, I want to decoupage! And Hannah said something last night about wanting to go to Michaels. . . Must use all my self-control not to buy anything. After all, this is still the year of my not having a job.
And I have discovered some ugly, ugly truths about someone close to me. I'm at a loss as to what to do, but know I shouldn't do anything until I've calmed down. What this person doesn't seem to realize is that, yes, lying = not telling the truth, but, also choosing not to tell the whole story = not telling the truth. And while my temperament might appear easy-going a lot of the time, one thing that I cannot, will not, abide is being lied to. I'm not stupid, you know --- I can put things together pretty quickly, and I know when they don't add up.
My knitting is coming along apace. I've got about half of one sleeve to go on a sweater for myself, and, now that the Christmas deadline is gone, I've started --- again --- on a sweater for Briton. Ongoing are wash/dish/cloths out of leftover cotton and a rippled blanket from leftover worsted. Too, though I'd avoided spinning until now (I didn't need another hobby, with more boxes of supplies laying about), Roxanne has sent me a drop spindle and a shopping bag of roving, so I'm going to have to figure the process out. I want to enjoy it, but not too much, you know?
And I have discovered some ugly, ugly truths about someone close to me. I'm at a loss as to what to do, but know I shouldn't do anything until I've calmed down. What this person doesn't seem to realize is that, yes, lying = not telling the truth, but, also choosing not to tell the whole story = not telling the truth. And while my temperament might appear easy-going a lot of the time, one thing that I cannot, will not, abide is being lied to. I'm not stupid, you know --- I can put things together pretty quickly, and I know when they don't add up.
My knitting is coming along apace. I've got about half of one sleeve to go on a sweater for myself, and, now that the Christmas deadline is gone, I've started --- again --- on a sweater for Briton. Ongoing are wash/dish/cloths out of leftover cotton and a rippled blanket from leftover worsted. Too, though I'd avoided spinning until now (I didn't need another hobby, with more boxes of supplies laying about), Roxanne has sent me a drop spindle and a shopping bag of roving, so I'm going to have to figure the process out. I want to enjoy it, but not too much, you know?
Oh, let me know if you like the spinning thing. I can feed your jones. Is that an expression? Anyway--ALPACA!!
ReplyDeleteDon't even try to not like spinning. And it doesn't need to be spendy. I love my drop spindles, and you can find relatively cheap fiber out there. You don't need an expensive wheel to make yarn.
ReplyDeleteWe've gone through the same dredging out phase every time an elderly relative has left us with a house to clean up. It usually results in a much cleaner house here as well.