See that dramatic picture up there? All black & white and arty and stuff? That’s just a portion of the 45 boxes that Ann and Kay packed for me yesterday. I say they packed because really all I did was provide packing supplies and cheese. Lots of cheese.
So we’ve got 45 prizes. I haven’t picked the winners yet, but I will. Soon. Last night I went on a bit of crying jag. It started with a real and/or perceived hurt and then devolved into sheer exhaustion. Every waking moment of my time is now spent working (and reworking) client orders and it’s stressful to say the least. Tomorrow is my last photo shoot of the season. Tomorrow. One of my most dreaded days of the year.
A lot has changed in the last year – supremely so – we’ve gone from the ridiculous to the sublime – or maybe not because this whole pregnancy thing is ridiculous a lot of the time, but still, just because we’re 180 degrees from where we were last year doesn’t mean I’m completely over it.
And to make matters worse, I’ve heard a very sad rumor about a member of my favorite band. The rumor – while completely unfounded – is bringing up lots of bad memories.
I hate Thanksgiving.
I did cast on for my sweater and it’s looking completely lovely even if I’ve only managed to knit about ten rows. I hope to be done with the ribbing very shortly and onto the body. Wouldn’t it be so nice to have a new sweater for my birthday? I doubt it’s going to happen, but I can dream. If I can sleep. Comfortably enough to dream.
Sorry for the bad mood, I just can’t help myself today.
Prizes awarded soon. Thanks for your continued patience.
Have a good week!
L, C
Dear Cara, no need to apologize for a mood. They happen. That’s life. Stay warm and dry and keep knitting. Hugs.
So, just curious, how come there are 45 prizes and more than 45 prize donors? (I really am curious. I’m not trying to be a jackass.)
Meh, just revel in the bad mood. There’s more where that came from — trust me. Hee.
I am rather a holiday grinch all-around these days. So Thanksgiving, neither here nor there. I’ll enjoy the food, but I don’t know…whatever.
This time of year isn’t a favorite of mine, either. Family sucks…at least most of my family sucks. It’s so wonderful to hear that Kay and Ann helped you out…you must have had a blast together.
Hate. Having. bad days.
Hope this year is better for you. And looking forward to all the internet squees about to be heard by the winners of those lovely artsy boxes;)
PS if I win- stick some cheese in mine. I like cheese.
😉
Hang in there Cara!
Very dramatic pic!
I dread this time of year too. Hang in there. Your birthday is around the corner 🙂
totally sucks how one event, one thought, one struggle can put an indelible stain in our lives. you can’t frog life and do it over in a better color or with better yarn. You can’t even wash it. Everything is there. You just have to add on new elements and at the end? You have one really awkward sweater that you cant really pass on. you take it with you when go and hope that someone remembers it and loved how you looked in it.
“…The sun comes up, the sun goes down, but Spring lies waiting beneath the frozen ground…”
Kim Richey, So It Goes
And your sweater will be divine in that breathtaking blue. Wishing you blue skies!
Cheese can improve all things. Maybe this year you can make a new, better memory to erase the old. Good luck!
Hang in there! You’ve got an awful lot of people who have never met you sending positive vibes your way.
Yeah, delurking to agree that November is hard and T’giving is not the best holiday. I’m all for “taking back the holidays” though and trying to make them fun for yourself — individually, however you interpret that. Hang in there, and don’t worry about the prizes!
Thanksgiving? Thank god for football — Captain Favrelous is taking his team to play this year! Thank god for lasagna, too.
XO, darlin’.
Hang in there, Cara! I hope your Thanksgiving is a happy one.
Welcome to the ‘Name That Horomone’ stage of pregnancy. Why are you crying? Oh, no particular reason, it just feels right at this moment. Second trimester is such a roller coaster ride. Top that off with real emotional turmoil of the holidays, and worse yet, what you were having to endure just last year. Totally, perfectly understandable. As a former pregnant person, it really does pass. For me, my worst cases of ‘Name that Horomone’ were with my first child. Beautiful, sunny day, nothing wrong, tears streaming down my face. Totally freaked my then-husband out.
You are loved and cared for by numbers of people you do not know and may never know. I know I care for you, and yet, we have never met. Rant and throw a temper tantrum, and then dissolve into giggles. It really will get better. (Then, you may have days like I did yesterday, where I had parent teacher conferences with 7 teachers, and I have 6 more teachers to go this evening!)
Relax and let it flow.
I hate that the holidays stir up so much yucky stuff for so many people, and because we’re brainwashed into thinking we’re supposed to love this time of year, we feel like crap if we don’t. Grrrr. I hope your mood passes soon, but don’t feel obliged to be any way for anyone else’s benefit. Big hugs to you, my friend.
I hope tomorrow goes well. You deserve a break, this has been quite a year!
((hugs)) pregnancy takes you for a ride all right. And the holidays aren’t always happy either. Congratulations for continuing to put one foot in front of the other! Now go pet some yarn…..ahh…..
Aw, I hope your mood improves soon. And things calm down for you.
I’ve never liked Thanksgiving, either. Too much food, too much forced socializing, work the next day….and no presents! I mean, what fun is that?!
Focus on the yarn…Think “yarn,” not “yams!”
{{hug}} Randomer de-lurking to just say i hope the mood passes soon, don’t dare feel you have to apologise for it. We all have bad days sometimes, and you’re growing a new person inside you, so have extra reason to once in a while go “what the heck? why? huh? world view shifting, wtf?”.
I hope tmw is a better day!
Ruh roh. Rumours suck. Hormones are also rather dicey, and combine them with exhaustion, whoohoo, baby, got yourself a wicked bad day. I’m sorry, darlin’. I hope tomorrow goes as smoothly as possible and you get a chance to rest.
{hugs}
i’m totally buried by self-inflicted client stress (and other business year-end torture).. sending good vibes your way!
You can totally have the new sweater for your birthday. I do not know if it is going to happen, but it totally could. If I lived closer to you I would so be there helping you pack boxes. I can see the stress side to it, but I can also see the joy part, too. Together, we would make it a party.
I’m glad you are almost done riding the work wave, and I hope you get to tuck in with your knitting for the rest of the holiday season.
Maybe there is potential for a shift with next year’s holidays, since there will be someone new in your life to celebrate them with 🙂
It’s ok. I’m in the most foul mood ever today. It happens.
I’ve had two of those times-of-the-year so far (people dying the week before Christmas and the funerals all being on December 23; bad things happening in the third week of February). Start counting the years horrible things *don’t* happen – it’s the only way out…
hugs your way…
Your mood is what it is, and I’m sorry you’re struggling. **Love**
I’ve decided that I’m not going to be a b**** and be stressed. I’m going to relax and enjoy myself.
Isn’t it ironic how things happen in cycles, at the same time of year? I think we all have that to one extent or the other. I am sorry this is your time. You are entitled to cry, you are entitled to be cranky and you are entitled to hate Thanksgiving. In fact, I hope you eat steak 🙂
Hormones suck. I hope they back off and let you enjoy yourself a little for once on a Thanksgiving. Hang in there. I have to ask—who is your favorite band? (Wondering if it’s also one of mine.)
Screw the prizes for another little while. Spend some time hugging your G-man and feeling that precious big bump of baby snuggled between you.
Wishing you mad skillz with your client orders so things get done swiftly and painlessly.
One of the beautiful things about being human is that we do often get second chances (and third and fourth) to make a horrible memory into one that is less than horrible. Every holiday is surrounded by someone sick and cancer runs rampant through my husband’s family. We spend our time being grateful for whatever blessings we can find each day and try to take on each new thing as it comes. I hope your holiday contains some peace and rest.
But hon, it’s all good right now. Sending thoughts of hugs.
I hope you’re kicking this Wednesday in the ass!!
*hugs*
No regrets, if a certain thing makes you feel bad, it does. I am happy for you, however, in THE biggest differnce this year. ) That’s your right profile: ( That’s you left 🙂 Now TG is a whole year away and next year, you’ll be too busy to notice…