I've gone back to an unfinished cloth (continuing from here). It requires very little thought. Just round stone shapes. Lumpy bumpy rocks.
I think I named it "stillness," way back when. Well, I am being very still with it, and not making much progress. Thoughts and feelings swell and overwhelm, but it does keep me warm during the many cat naps of late.
Maybe it's the allergies, or the time change (and by the way, since when does "spring forward" happen in winter?), or the endless day-after-day gray & rain (they say Seattle has already hit the average rainfall for a year, and it's only March!). And this afternoon, just before sitting down to stitch, I went to take the casserole that I spent the hour before making out of the oven, and dropped it. Hot mashed potatoes, apples, sausage, sauce, etc., all over the floor. I went and took another nap.
Honestly, sometimes I wear myself out. I should make a category for these whiney posts.
Done.
