I never liked using "anniversary" for anything other than years. Monthiversary, 3 month anniversary, don't like 'em. I suppose Monthiversary is better, technically, than a 3 month anniversary, but still... blech.
You know why I've been tired lately? I'm fighting a cold. Yep, I finally put 6 and 6 together and got 2. That was the first sign. I've been tired, feeling wiped towards the end of the work day, moderate congestion the past few days (another sign), and couldn't smell dinner last night until I was almost on top of it. Right now I could use a good 12 hour nap, and despite my protestations, I think I will go to bed early. While grumbling. (I hates going to bed early...) Scott suggested some cognac, but you know me, I'd just end up lying down with my cheek to the cool floor. He offered to monitor my alcohol level (in the glass, silly) and get me headed to bed, too. But I think I have to be a (sniff, sniff) big kid on this... even if
I don't want to go to bed! It's not even 8 o'clock! It's not fair, I never get to do anything fun!
Right now I'm thinking it's a good thing the cognac is still in the bottle...
It's been a fun 3 months and I've enjoyed getting to know you out there and letting you get to know me. If the contest entries are any indication, then more people can't post comments on my blog than can. While frustrating, I find this comforting as well. The Yarn Harlot celebrated her 2nd anniversary (in the legitimate sense of the word) yesterday and said she wouldn't write if no one were listening. Same goes for me. She writes to connect to a community, to not feel alone. Why do I write? Some of the same reasons. I've mentioned before, I think, that I've been knitting pretty much on my own for 25 years. I've had to come up with my own solutions, figure things out in the quiet of my mind, revel alone in my accomplishments and mourn my unfixable messes.* When I started reading blogs, I found so much inspiration: solutions, ideas, patterns I had never heard of, people who loved knitting, who knit in public places and didn't feel (or look) like premature grandparents creaking in rockers. Like minded creators. I learned so much from bloggers, and wanted to share my projects, to perhaps inspire someone, or at the least, amuse.
At the same time, it was an opportunity to write. When I was a kid I wanted to be a writer. I forgot that dream through high school and into college, until I took a class on the personal essay. Loved the course, loved the instructor, but as the semester wore on, I stopped writing. Couldn't do it. Serious Blockage. I had a lot going on back then, including issues revealing me. Kinda problematic when you're writing a personal essay, eh? I later took a playwriting course, same problem. Even transferred to 3rd person characters, I couldn't figure out what I was trying to say. I couldn't write the heart of the scene. I've been a journal writer on and off (currently off). I have books on writing that I no longer think to peruse. I stopped self-flagellation years ago.
When it comes down to it, a writer writes. I wasn't doing that before, but I am now. I write. I blog. I knit. I get up an extra 10-15 minutes earlier in the mornings to try for a half-decent sunlit photo. If you know anything about me, that's shocking. And I do it for all the reasons mentioned above. Plus one. To connect. Make some knitterly and spinnerly friends.
I'm not very practiced at making new friends, so bear with me here. I don't always know what to say or do. But, thank you for stopping by, occasionally or daily, and for taking the time to say hello, comment on a project, idea, crazy trapeze expedition, uncontainable wheel ordering excitement. I am sorry that my current setup doesn't allow some people to post comments and hope to remedy that in the future. But I do feel better knowing that there are some out there that would if they could.
* I did have supportive friends and family; just no one who really "got it". You know what I mean.
Blah blah blah, you just want to know who won, eh? ;)
This contest was so much fun, I'm sure to have more in the future.
It's a tie!
Catherine with her enchanting story; I loved the image of needles sprouting arms and legs and faces! I've never had a story written about me, thank you Catherine!
Knit_TGZ's entry in the comments. The sense of what you wrote is right on, esp the last sentence, and doing things differently than the norm. My original title for this blog was "I'm Knitting With Only One Needle" from Queen but it was taken.
"Hmmm. Reminds me of that old saying that someone who could not dance had ""two left feet"". But since you can obviously knit there has to be something more to it all. That brings me to this... If there were only two needles left in the world what would you do? Knit you silly people, knit!"
Of course, now I'm imagining those last 2 needles sprouting arms and legs and faces and procreating to bring knitterly joy back into the world.
Random drawing winners:
Pixie and Bookish Wendy
Thanks for playing!
Winners: 3 more prizes to choose from:
8 oz thick and thin wool and 2 oz mohair in Bramble Rose
8 oz loopy mohair in Summer Garden
7.4 oz bulky (rayon?) chenille in Bouquet
Please choose between these and the ones posted yesterday and email [mygomi at gmail dot com] your top 4 choices plus mailing address. Top winners will have first dibs, and so on.