Such a weird a time we’re in. I know everyone is fragile. And yet, I feel like my life isn’t that different in this Covid crazy world. But I’ve been down too, and just irritated with myself for not enjoying the extra time at home that I have now. But we all know that’s not helpful, so here’s what I’ve been into.
Tunisian crochet. I’ve seen this term around (you know, in craft circles), and I always just though it was some special crochet stitch. It’s not. It’s actually a craft of its own that is a weird hybrid of crochet and knitting. I keep meaning to look into the history of it, but keep forgetting. Supposedly Queen Victoria was into it… it was called something else then though. It was popular in the early 20th century and then had a resurgence in the 60s, and now it’s having another comeback.
It’s a little better for your hands if you’re prone to carpal tunnel or RA and it produces a really cool affect. I only two stitches – the simple stitch and the full stitch, and they both produce sort of a grid like – almost masculine – pattern. Like machines. I’m working on a cowl now from a class I’m watching on Bluprint/Craftsy (soon to be called Craftsy once again).
Like everyone, I went through a cooking/baking Covid phase. I’ve since given up on bread, but I’m still cooking more than usual. It’s that perfect time of year, where nature’s abundance forces you to make wonderful things. I made blueberry cake, salsa, and grilled veggie paninis today.
The garden is a disaster as always and sometimes (always) it overwhelms me. But I keep at the game of whack-a-mole like a good dooby, pulling up the endless weeds and imagining that one day it will live up to my expectations. But I do have one corner looking good.
Work is a bit daunting. I have a new role and it’s out of my comfort zone. I prefer to know what the hell I’m doing, but I guess you can’t have anything. I pride my risk-averse self on taking it on even in this crazy time. It’ll either work out or it won’t.
Reading: I’m reading Dune. Yes, I am. Or trying to. I was going to cheat and watch the movie but apparently it’s terrible so, back to the book I go. I’ve had a craving for super light fiction so I feel like I need to balance that out with something really hard. Why? Because. My latest escape was set at a girls boarding school and involved a male PE teacher who wore skirts because all the staff was supposed to be female. Solid 4 stars says I.
I’ve been doing some writing. Just having fun really, because I realize I don’t perform well when I put a lot of pressure on myself. It’s as good a past time as any and I’ve really overdone on the British murder mystery shows, so I have to do something of an evening.
Boy, this is a bit of a downer. Well, it’s 2020. If we’re surviving, we’re doing ok. I’ll add some pictures of my cowl, and my garden when I have less ennui.