Has The Dust Cleared Yet?

Well, I don’t want to jinks myself, but it would seem that life has finally settled down for the time being.

I am more than happy to be seeing the month of May’s ass walking away from me. It was a bad time and we are much better off parting ways with each other.

June seems to hold a bit more promise. I got an early gift from June in the form of my very first ever Jury Duty Summon!

Socking as it may seem, yes it is my very first time up for jury duty. You think that’s strange, my mom is 63 years old and has never been called for jury duty! She has even called and asked to be put on the list and still no luck.

I’ve been serious about turning in my sock designs for consideration into various knitting magazines, hence th lack of patterns being posted as I am waiting to see if any of my designs have been accepted.

I’ve only let one deadline slip through my fingers, mainly due to poor time management and that whole little bit of moving from one state to the other.

Now all my stash is finally in one place and my life- though not taking the shape I had hoped- is starting to take on something that could pass for normal.

So, what’s on my needles now?

I’m working on something wooly that i hope to turn in to Knitty.com for consideration. Sorry, must continue with the secrets. But I can tell you that I’m halfway through spinning that baby poo green fiber and when it’s all spun I plan to knit a pair of socks knitting it straight from the spindle. Yup, I’m going to knit it without washing the yarn and relaxing the twist. I want those twist to be alive and wirery. It should be fun.

Don’t Make Me Pull Out My Spinning

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Yes, as you can see, I’ve broken out the spinning again. It seems to happen whenever everyone around me are having ‘over the top’ problems and they all seem to drag me into them.

My hubby knows the signs- I start drinking coffee, I stay up late playing kill the alien computer games and I sigh loudly every time the phone rings. My kindness starts to wear thin and at some point I announce that I want to move to France and not come back until everyone figures out their lives and stop putting me in the middle of all their drama.

Then my wonderful hubby kindly recommeds I just go M.I.A. and stop answering the phone and door. I entertain the thought for a moment, but then remember my crafty solution. I start spinning.

It is amazing the power of spinning around non-spinners. Your best friend finds it difficult to talk about her problems with boyfriend #23 when you are spinning wool in front of her. Your other friend gets too distracted by the swirling spindle to remember to launch into his two hour conversation about how all his problems in life stem from his strained relationship with his mother.

When people call with the ‘I-really-don’t-care-because-I-only-called-to-talk-about-myself’ “How are you doing?”, and I tell them that I’m having fun spinning today, well, that statement leaves them a bit speechless and shortens our conversation a lot.

I think in our society, people seem to associate spinning as something people do who are not all their in the head or mentally unstable. Let’s face it, in the age of iPads and Kindles, anyone spinning looks like a freak. So, people who see me spinning usually talk a bit softer to me and are generally nicer too. My friends all back off, assuming I must be on the verg of a mental breakdown and I do get the benefit of less stress from having less drama in my life.

I highly recommend that the next time someone in your life comes through the front door with that, ‘stop-everything-you-are-doing-because-my-life-and-my-over-dramatized-problems-are-much-more-important-then-you’ attitude, pour the two of you some tea, break out your spinning and then see what happens.