Someday I will go for long walks in the forest again and take pictures of what I see. Someday I will relax and give myself time to breathe. Someday... definitely by the 22nd, which is the day after the last selling venue of the season and the first day of school holidays (which means an end to the Holiday concerts, sticky crafts in dire need of parent volunteers, parent-teacher interviews, etc. etc.)
Today: I dyed approximately one bajillion skeins of yarn, which will probably not get rinsed and hung to dry until tomorrow because the minute the last skein was done I got all gussied up (well, showered and applied mascara) and proceeded to use up every speck of residual energy on "networking". I do actually like people, I'm just not particularly good at being chatty with large quantities of them. Actually, it's worse than not particularly good, I'm just plain awkward - I fidget, I say too little, or if the conversation interests me I get overly excited and wave my arms alarmingly. A glass of wine helps, but not enough. The one thing that has changed with age and maturity is that whereas I used to be recurrently surprised and mortified by my social ineptitude, I am now somewhat resigned to it. And now that I have adopted the persona of "artist" in place of "uber-responsible representative of the establishment", my eccentricities feel more forgiveable.
Tomorrow: rinse and hang up the yarn (after working out where the laundry rack will go now that the tree has usurped its space), and THEN... rip the leafy mitts down the the cuffs and reknit them with the thumbs properly positioned so that I can take pictures, finish proofreading and PUBLISH the pattern! There's at least 10 or 12 skeins earmarked for mitt kits - all in leafy colours of various sorts, most self striping (one palindrome for identicality!) and a few semi-solid.
By the way - thank-you for all the lovely comments on the scarves! I was doing not too badly with my resolution to respond to 90% of comments, and then... the weekend happened. Lame and cliched as it sounds - I LOVE comments - they keep me going when things are tough, and they make me feel connected and cared for even when I am too nervy and wrung out to reciprocate. (I do, however, resolve to write back more consistently in the coming year.)
Anyway, I thought you might like to see how they were displayed (there was a strategy to the colour progression):