Life In Close Quarters

So, my life is sitting in storage, but thankfully, all my yarn is sitting under my bed.

For the last six months my life has been up in the air and it seems like I will be finishing the year this way.

From leaving a three-bedroom house I have learned that you can live off of what fits into a 12×12 bedroom.

While such close quarters would drive many 30 year olds insane, I see is as a sort of monk-like experince. I’ve learned that a couple of sticks and a ball of yarn is all I need to feel content and happy.

Maybe my living situation is not the idea space most people would think of for themselves, especially with a growing yarn stash, but for now, I’ve learned to call it home.

Have you ever had an experince in your life where you had to learn to do without? What simple pleasures did you discover during that time?

Advertisements

The Good and The Bad

Spent the weekend in Monterey with my hubby- Good.

Missed my little one- Bad.

Got free drinks at the bar- Good.

Got buzzed off the first drink- Bad.

Got free Shirley Temples all weekend- Good.

Maintained a sugar high all weekend- Bad????

Got dressed up and went to a fancy ball- Good.

The DJ refused to play ‘YMCA’ or ‘In the Navy’- Bad.

My hubby and I danced to ‘The Electric Slide’- Wonderfully Good!

Had a sickel cell crisis halfway through the evening- Bad.

Remembered to bring my  Percocet- Good.

Woke up the next day with a post-percocet hangover- Bad.

Had a great breakfast at the First Awakenings- Good.

The Paris Bakery of Monterey didn’t have my coconut macroons that I love- Bad!

Brought some of my yarn stash back with me- Good.

Had to leave the rest of the stash behind- Bad. Very Bad!

Blogged every day- Good.

Forgot to publish each blog on time.- Oops! My Bad.

Knitting Hand Me Downs

 

image

I do love how our society just assumes that if you are old with grey hairs, then you must spend your days knitting blankets for babies and crocheting slippers for your other elderly friends. This is the case for my grandmother-inlaw, Ann, and her sister, Wanda.

Every so often, they are given piles of yarn, knitting books and other needlecraft accessories from kind-hearted young people who feel they are doing a great community service by providing such articles to Ann and Wanda. Well, neither of them knit or crochet. Wanda dabbled in crochet for a little bit, but much prefers to do needlepoint. And Ann? Well, her gift is with a rolling-pin and cookie sheet, not yarn and knitting needles.

However, Ann and Wanda are far too kind to turn down such thoughtfulness. So they graciously accept these gifts knowing full well that even the finest skein of mink and cashmere blend couldn’t  convince either of them to pick up needle or hook.

So, I end up being handed down these items, usually along with the same comment, “Now if you don’t need any of this stuff don’t take it. I don’t want you thinking you have to take home this junk.” (As of the day of this posting, I have yet to turn down any knitting ‘junk’ they have offered to me.)

Do you have any knitting ‘suppliers’ among your family? Anyone that knows you well enough to think of you every time they come across yarn?