Or it should be.
Can I confess that I sometimes watch I Can Cook on CBeebies -- a channel, according to Wikipedia, aimed at children under 6 -- because I find it inspiring to watch small children crack eggs and learn what effect bicarbonate has on their baked goods? Also, watching children's television is an excellent means of procrastination, which brings me back to my original point.
I have this bad habit of abandoning projects, not finishing what I start, getting distracted by new and more exciting ventures (or adorable 3-year olds in aprons), et cetera. I do this with my writing and acting pursuits, though I've improved dramatically in the past couple of years at kicking myself into gear and making things happen. On certain days (today, for example), I take my avoidance to the next level by refusing to clean my room, shower, go for a run, get dressed, and all of the other general practices of human beings that I was planning for myself. I worked 15 hours yesterday. I deserve a day of lazing.
Lucky for me, I found an ironic tactic for ignoring all of my other obligations/goals for the day: my backlog of knitting projects!
My knitting habits (or lack thereof) are certainly a shining example of my love of starting what I may never finish. This problem was only exacerbated by my brief stint as a full-time employee of a fabric store in Glasgow. I worked in the haberdashery and eventually took over the ordering of stock in the wool/haberdashery department, which basically meant that I had license to bring in whatever yarn I thought I -- ahem, I mean the customers -- would enjoy most. My motives were thinly-veiled. My employee discount was put to frequent use.
So now I have a bad full of wool! More than one bag, if I'm being honest. I have several lovely pattern books, amazing intentions involving cardigans and cabling, and one mostly-finished, but never-assembled bolero. I have a back, two front panels, cap sleeves, and a trim, but I just can't seem to get around to putting it all together.
I also have lots of fat quarters of quilting cotton and an extremely well-traveled but idle sewing machine. Working in a fabric store made me fancy myself something of a seamstress, but now that I've bothered to transport the aforementioned machine across a continent and an ocean, I seem to have lost interest.
My mother, clearly an enabler in my craft hoarding, recently mailed me a box of yarn that she wasn't using.
Thanks, Mom. Thanks a lot.
So, new goal for today: get knitting. Much better than my plan to clean out my closet, which is how I was accosted by my offending stash in the first place.
But first I am going to get off my ass and go for a run. I swear. Or maybe just knit one more row of this hideous scarf...
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