I haven't posted lately because I'm feeling totally - blah. Fussy, unable to focus, restless. I've got a million projects going, it seems, but am not able to concentrate on finishing anything. I'm knitting another pair of socks and a baby blanket for a couple of charities, and a mermaid costume for Becca, I have a quilt I need to start hand quilting, and half of a beaded crocheted shawl is gathering dust.
But the socks and baby blanket are hurting my hands, and the mermaid costume is just upsetting me. The stitch pattern is very interesting, but because of the variegated yarn I'm using, the details are getting lost, and I feel like I'm doing a lot of work for nothing. The quilt has just been sitting, sitting, sitting. I've had it in various stages of done-ness for almost two years now, and finally it's been backed and basted, and now I just need to actually quilt the darn thing. I'm not good with a machine, so I'll do it by hand. Since the blocks were embroidered, I decided to try big stitch quilting. But it's twin-sized, and I've always got two kids clamoring around me, and I don't know why it seems like such a big production to get started. I imagine the quilt all puddled on my lap and covering my legs and the seat and having to get up and down and set it aside and secure the needle, and... and... and. So I haven't done a thing.
Then yesterday, instead of picking up any one of these numerous projects I have lying around, I decided to make myself a bag. Now, being a mom of a three year old and a one year old, I rarely need anything smaller than my massive backpack, which holds the diapers, wet wipes, cheerios, juice box, water, pre-measured formula (Jessie, I just bought my last can of powdered formula, do you hear me? Last. One. Ever.) hair clips, crayons and scratch paper, and everything else that might possibly be needed on any given excursion. But once in a great while, I occasionally need something smaller, just for my wallet, cell phone, keys, you know, stuff normal people without children carry around with them. The strap on the purse I was using broke, oh, like a month ago, and I've been walking around with a strapless purse. And it doesn't look stylish, it just looks cheap and broken. So, having been inspired by this and this and others like that, I tried to make my own. The result?
A dining room table that is a total mess, nothing that looks remotely like a finished bag, and a picnic dinner on the living room floor.
Becca wants to do it again tomorrow.