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I have been a bit out of sorts since mid afternoon yesterday.
I am traveling on Wednesday for ten days. Much of the crankiness stems from that, i'm afraid.
We ran over to a craft store where i hoped to find some inexpensive neutral sock yarn for heels and toes -- and i discovered this hand-me-down sock yarn was some of the cheapest yarn available. I think if i could have bought a neutral solid at a comparable price, i wouldn't have minded, but the neutral colors were twice as expensive (and not necessarily the same strength). I had built a model of investment and expense in my mind, and it was shattered.
Meanwhile, holiday music played, and holiday crafts abounded. I recalled a plan to make small rosemary stuffed throw pillows and bought yarn, despite the conflicted sense i had that the departure on Wednesday for NC and then Ohio puts holiday planning askew.
Christine found suede slipper bottoms, and so i bought those for a mother's day gift. I'll need 6 oz of worsted weight yarn for them. I realize i have some wools i bought for making toy animals, but those are in neutrals or a golden yellow. I do think i want to buy some nice handdyed worsted, but the key is getting six ounces.
At home i opened the box with holiday supplies but ended up in another funk as i considered shipping. I should try to carry the gifts for my sister's family and parents (three books). Our large suitcase is huge. I suppose i should get over my image of me as a light traveler for this trip and take the massive thing. Part of the problem is that it is so large, that it easily tips the scale over to an extra baggage charge. I will be careful not to let that happen on this trip, but my mother will want to send me back home with lots of stuff and if the suitcase is large enough, she'll want to over-pack it.
Almost everything i consider seems to be turning into a speculation of dire results, even if the results aren't that dire. Oh the horror! I'm going to have some of this sock yarn left over!!
I believe this is called catastrophizing: i need to snap out of it!
I do keep trying to keep moving on this morning. I've worked out a Yule letter to my brother's family explaining the gift, but i'm back up against the disappointment of finding the post office was not carrying the shipping boxes. I'm trying not to get paralyzed. Some tasks take more effort than i expect, but i keep hacking away.
I am traveling on Wednesday for ten days. Much of the crankiness stems from that, i'm afraid.
We ran over to a craft store where i hoped to find some inexpensive neutral sock yarn for heels and toes -- and i discovered this hand-me-down sock yarn was some of the cheapest yarn available. I think if i could have bought a neutral solid at a comparable price, i wouldn't have minded, but the neutral colors were twice as expensive (and not necessarily the same strength). I had built a model of investment and expense in my mind, and it was shattered.
Meanwhile, holiday music played, and holiday crafts abounded. I recalled a plan to make small rosemary stuffed throw pillows and bought yarn, despite the conflicted sense i had that the departure on Wednesday for NC and then Ohio puts holiday planning askew.
Christine found suede slipper bottoms, and so i bought those for a mother's day gift. I'll need 6 oz of worsted weight yarn for them. I realize i have some wools i bought for making toy animals, but those are in neutrals or a golden yellow. I do think i want to buy some nice handdyed worsted, but the key is getting six ounces.
At home i opened the box with holiday supplies but ended up in another funk as i considered shipping. I should try to carry the gifts for my sister's family and parents (three books). Our large suitcase is huge. I suppose i should get over my image of me as a light traveler for this trip and take the massive thing. Part of the problem is that it is so large, that it easily tips the scale over to an extra baggage charge. I will be careful not to let that happen on this trip, but my mother will want to send me back home with lots of stuff and if the suitcase is large enough, she'll want to over-pack it.
Almost everything i consider seems to be turning into a speculation of dire results, even if the results aren't that dire. Oh the horror! I'm going to have some of this sock yarn left over!!
I believe this is called catastrophizing: i need to snap out of it!
I do keep trying to keep moving on this morning. I've worked out a Yule letter to my brother's family explaining the gift, but i'm back up against the disappointment of finding the post office was not carrying the shipping boxes. I'm trying not to get paralyzed. Some tasks take more effort than i expect, but i keep hacking away.
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