Therapy is kicking my ass. Hard. I'm trying not to see this as a detour from my formation work, but rather as part of the whole process. I have to get my own stuff out of the way so that I can be with people when they are in crisis, without having a bellhop following me around with one of those brass carts full of all my baggage. I'll be ok eventually, but right now not so much.
I told Dennis I would be happy to make him anything here in what could probably be called the cavalcade of bad knitting. He declined.
I just want to take a moment to mention how annoying it is to me that all of a sudden, there are interesting crochet patterns out there, and lots of books of crochet baby things that are actually cute. A few years ago, before I learned to knit, I looked for cute crochet patterns, because I've been able to crochet since I was very young. I found craaaap. And now that I've moved on to knitting, everything is all about crochet. Grrrrrrr. However, nothing covers that embarrassing roll of toilet paper like a doll in a crocheted dress (this is actually tempting). I wish someone would do a toilet paper doll contest, like the crocheted flower contest they're doing at stitchdiva only with a category for Deeply Wrong. I'd love to see what would come out of that.
I ended up not being well enough to go to school last weekend, which is why I don't have a new sermon posted. I didn't get beyond the first pass, and it was pretty lousy. My next assignment is a sermon for the first Sunday in Lent.
Ok, I think that covers everything...I'm nuts, friends don't let friends make granny-square neckties, toilet paper without a yarn-based cozy is immoral, and I didn't go to school.
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