Life has been extremely busy as of late, which has forced all of my craft plans to be on a small and slight hiatus. There are, among other things, a few personal issues I needed to work through, but even without that there has been a helluva lot of work stuff going on. I always seem to do my best crafting late at night when the entire world is asleep. This usually means that the house is also asleep (though no one but me and the cat are around right now). I’ve been working in regular job and doing an awful lot of Sub work (teaching). My regular job is very conducive to crafting in the wee hours… subbing, on the other hand, is not even remotely close to being forgiving about my wanting to be up until 4am watching Fringe and making cute things with yarn!
I also applied for grad school, and one of the worst things to happen was they lost all of my transcripts. I know, right? Most people in my social circle have heard me go on and on about this, because the entire thing makes absolutely no sense. I paid for rush processing… anyway. I spent a lot of money, all four of my transcripts were lost. So I had to order some more, wait for them to arrive TO ME… and then I drove them up myself. Even without all of the transcript madness, the thought of going to grad school has me in the verge of meltdown every other day.
I’ve been busting my butt to try to catch up on work with my real job… mind you there’s no such thing as “caught up”, and I understand this. But I wanted to get to a comfortable place where I wasn’t overwhelmed with any one aspect being neglected completely for another. I still occasionally forget some things, but I’ve got most of it under control… finally. So much so that I might even be able to take the day off I won at the last employee retreat!
Then there was this whole hair up my butt to do new crochet projects… not even KNIT projects. I really need to remember to be better about sharing my completed projects on the blog, but I’m forgetful when something isn’t either a) on my calendar or b) a routine thing. I’m going to definitely try to blog more often, but never any promises.
I also picked up a couple of new hobbies. A little backstory about the one is that I was invited into this private group on facebook. Mind you, I’m usually anti-anything Facebook. I’m there, and I use it, but I really hate the damn thing. And it’s really just a means to an end. But anyway. It had to do with making a Goal List. And sharing with others… for multiple reasons. On the one hand it forces you to be accountable for those easier to attain goals when other people are watching out and keeping track. On the other hand, you can pick up some pretty awesome ideas from other people participating. One of these happens to be to learn how to play the ukulele. For a hundred and one reasons other than the damn thing is cute as hell, I’ve always wanted to learn how to play a stringed instrument. I don’t have the coordination to try the violin, and anyway… no effing frets! The guitar intimidates me**. Plus my teeny hands make it really hard for me to do a lot of the chords. I just don’t have the reach, and I get that funny cramp in the meaty part of the thumb. Ugh, So annoying. So… yeah. Ukulele. It showed up today. I should take pictures of it. It’s way cute. And purple. And a beginner ukulele. If I suck hardcore at playing I didn’t want to drop hundreds of dollars. That will come when I can play a proper song and NOT have it sound like I’m killing small animals.
Then there is the typewriter. I bought a manual typewriter. I don’t know where the idea came from (probably Fringe), but I got this hair up my butt that I needed a typewriter. I found one on craigslist for pretty cheap, went down to Sacramento to meet the guy and pick it up. It’s been tons of fun writing little journal entries on these smaller A5 sized sheets of paper, but also to write really short stories. Mostly because at first I figured I need to WRITE ALL OF THE THINGS (ala Hyperbole and a Half). Or that it needed to be amazing. So I decided to write short things I made up on the spot and go from there. I need to learn the rhythm and tempo of typing on a manual typewriter anyway.
I will say, between the ukulele and the typewriter, my fingers are screaming bloody murder over here. Good thing I’m right handed!
I will say this. I will get Madeline’s pattern written and up in the story sometime this weekend… with better pictures. And I will start work on the next free pattern. And work on another thing for a friend. Well dammit. I’ll get Madeline’s pattern written. That’s goal #1. After that… who knows. Maybe I’ll knit myself a damn house!
** Story about this… I had convinced a friend to give me some lessons, cause he is an ah-may-zing guitar and bass player. And I’m not kidding you, we sat there the entire time. Doing nothing. He needed me to strum, and I couldn’t do it. I felt like such an idiot. I couldn’t strum the guitar in front of another person. I felt stupid and foolish. And the guitar could eat me and my tiny little hands. I never brought my guitar over to his house again. I was far too terrified I’d make a fool of myself again. And realized I have horrific stage fright.
Needless to say, I sold my first pattern today, and I’m so very squee about it.