Friday, December 17, 2004

Oh, the joy. I finished my data entry tonight, four whole days before it was due. And then, wonder of wonders, after the kids were asleep, I repaired the lace stole. It took planning, patience and a determination to stay up until it was fixed. I placed a marker at the stitches that I knew were ok, then I carefully unknitted, row by row, following the thread and writing down which rows I had tinked. Finally, after only having to undo three-and-a-half rows, I had it back to a workable state again. I am proud enough to bust. And relieved as hell.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

I want to cry. I really, really want to cry. My mother's stole, the lace one I was making for her for Christmas. The one with over 300 rows, and I had less than 25 rows left. It's now the one that one of my children was playing with when I foolishly left it on the sofa and went upstair. It's now the stole in which several stitches have dropped an undeterminable amount of rows, and I'm not even sure how to fix it. Today is December 16. I have 8 days to figure out what to do, and to still finish my sister's gift, which is not even halfway completed. Add to that the inventory data entry that I'm doing for Joan at Heritage, due on the 20th, the freelance illustration work that I'm doing for another friend, the housework that is rapidly piling up, the holiday visits, a sister-in-law's graduation, and the aforementioned two children and... well... yeah. Life is sucking pretty hard right now. I have no money to buy my mother a present. This was all I had.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Auughhh! So many projects, so much work (which should be a good thing, right?), so much spinny-headedness and far too little time. I want to knit, knit, knit and spin, spin, spin. But first, I have to debug, debug, debug whatever is keeping Pagemaker from making a damn ps file, and I have to do some data entry, and some illustration. And I wish the kids would GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!

Sigh. Venting is never as helpful as I'd like to think. Anyhow. Mom's shawl is coming along. I have a handspun, hand-knit alpaca hat for my daddy. My sister will be getting a hand-dyed wrap if I can avoid sleeping for the next few weeks. I do so wish I had a good camera and a web domain (that's another bitchy story entirely) so that I could show you what I'm doing.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. This too, shall pass.