Time to get the fear rant off the top of the blog. Should have done weeks ago.
Not sure where I am with all of it, to be honest. I am in the process of sorting through my closet, which mainly means that my room is in an even greater state of chaos than usual. I am trying to get rid of things that no longer serve any purpose (whatever purpose that may be).
- Clothing that doesn't fit or flatter, in a bag to go out.
- Short pieces of ugly acrylic yarn from an odd Goodwill purchase, in the trash (horrors, throwing yarn away!).
- Shoes I literally walked holes through, thrown out and replaced (nine years of wear, good run).
And, yet, I can't throw out tiny scraps of fabric from a small quilt I made five years ago (??). I am a work in progress.
Decided not to go to MD Sheep & Wool this year, because I could only have gone tomorrow, and have decided to go to the Fairie Festival instead. I've never gone, but have wanted to for as long as I've known about it. It may rain, there may be mud, but it should be interesting.
I'm having fun with Twitter and have cooled a bit with Facebook, which makes me feel like high school all over again. I see and hear what everyone else is doing, without me. Not the end of the world, and on some level I don't really care, but still sort of discomfiting.
I'm writing letters (albeit very slowly) and enjoying my rediscovery of fountain pen love.
I'm still working on my Flower Basket Shawl and mostly enjoying it, and have, in the meantime, finished two shop samples.
I'm trying to do some writing besides letters and tweets, but am finding myself very easily distracted.
Okay, randomness done, sorry for the incoherence.