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coffee_and_cookiesThe other day, I made an oopsie that I'm sure plenty of other gardeners have. I'm pretty sure that weed I pulled was actually a lettuce plant. I'm a little frustrated about it, but a little amused with myself at the same time. It's a weird combination. Frankly I'm just happy it's the only one I've managed to kill so far. I did forget to water my tomato and pepper seedlings a few weeks ago and killed each and every one of those, but I managed to get them restarted in time that they should be mature enough to transplant in about a month, and so far haven't lost any. Several of them have good starts on their true leaves, and I need to get them put in bigger pots either today or tomorrow.
I've learned that creativity and frustration sometimes go hand in hand, and the afghan I'm making my son has been an exercise in both. I've done more frogging than I have crocheting. I'm getting a little pissed off with it, so I'm taking a break from it for a few days. But I will be back. My son is looking forward to it, and frankly, I'm going to finish it out of pure spite. You won't defeat me, cheap acrylic yarn. In the meantime, I'm working on a surprise gift for a friend. I won't post much about it just in case she happens by, but I started it yesterday and so far it's going well. I do have a plan to customize it a bit to fancy it up, but if that doesn't work out, it'll still be nice without it.
Over the last couple days, I wrote a poem for the first time in years. It felt really good. Kind of like I'm getting in touch with the hopeful, idealistic person I used to be. I'm a little shy about posting it here, but maybe eventually. Maybe the person I used to be and miss isn't completely gone, after all.
I've learned that creativity and frustration sometimes go hand in hand, and the afghan I'm making my son has been an exercise in both. I've done more frogging than I have crocheting. I'm getting a little pissed off with it, so I'm taking a break from it for a few days. But I will be back. My son is looking forward to it, and frankly, I'm going to finish it out of pure spite. You won't defeat me, cheap acrylic yarn. In the meantime, I'm working on a surprise gift for a friend. I won't post much about it just in case she happens by, but I started it yesterday and so far it's going well. I do have a plan to customize it a bit to fancy it up, but if that doesn't work out, it'll still be nice without it.
Over the last couple days, I wrote a poem for the first time in years. It felt really good. Kind of like I'm getting in touch with the hopeful, idealistic person I used to be. I'm a little shy about posting it here, but maybe eventually. Maybe the person I used to be and miss isn't completely gone, after all.
