Thursday, 16 January 2014

I really do need to disable my thinker. Oh and the bunting is finished!

I worry too much. And then I worry about worrying too much. Therapist Lady is trying her best to break me of this habit, but I kindly pointed out that I'm 43 and this is not new behaviour. Not by a long shot.

So, you know, good luck with that.

Lately I've been worrying about the ailments Dr. Google has recently warned me that I may have, the cat who can't seem to throw up a hairball (which has, in the past, resulted in overnight vet stays and upsettingly large vet bills), my freelance job security (and that curiously absent client), the other cat who has kidney failure and is in what the vet said could be her last year (despite the fact that recently she's been acting all kitten-y and so, I am concluding, is now aging in reverse), that tapping noise that happens every time the furnace turns on, and the obscene amount of sugary crap I ate over the holidays.

On top of all that I've also been worrying about what to write here. On my own blog. My. Own. Blog.

Therapist Lady has SO much work to do.

But I did take one thing off her plate: today I came to the conclusion that I'm going to write whatever I want in this space. I don't know who's reading, so I'm going to hook, knit and write whatever the hell I feel like hooking, knitting and writing.

You're welcome to come along for the ride. Or not. I'll be here either way. Hooking, knitting and writing.

And sometimes even finishing projects, like the Valentine's Day bunting that I am oh so pleased with! It's corny and old-fashioned and makes no sense at all in our family room, but I love it. LOVE IT.

Like the frilly wreath, I'll bring it up here to my craft room/office to live during the off season. I imagine this room will eventually be festooned with all manner of seasonal yarnification, which is fine by me. Totally unprofessional, but I don't hold meetings in my own office so we're good. Which is a blessing, really, since today there's a tube of cat laxative on my desk, just over there near the "World's Greatest Writer" trophy that my sibling presented to me. So it must be true.

Anyway, as soon as I sort out that stack of magazines in the basket by the fireplace (what the what??) I'll get back to my hooks and yarn.

Maybe I'll see you around. But I'm going to try not to worry about it one way or another.


  1. I love it too. It's so cheerful!

  2. The bunting looks great! And perhaps I can take away another worry, the tapping when the furnace comes on is just the pipes expanding(or contracting, I forget which! LOL) from the temperature change! No worries there, just normal physics!! We have really high water pressure in our house, so we get a big "CLUNk" noise in our pipes when the water turns on to run in the washer during its cycle!

  3. Hello, just found your "not cool enough to blog" site and followed you here. I'm not cool enough either, but I still do--recently started, don't really know what I'm doing yet....
    I have been pregnant 9 times. I've never made it past 9 weeks and I do not have any children (or fallopian tubes, but thats another story) My first ivf cycle just got cancelled/postponed until March or April......anyway, glad to "meet" you (obviously not under these circumstances) but it's nice to know I'm not alone. Prayers to you.

  4. That bunting makes me wish I knew how to knit. But I need another hobby like I need another Labrador puppy (that is, NOT AT ALL).

  5. Very pretty. :) Bring on the Valentine chocolate!! ;)

  6. I'm reading (and will continue to do so!).