The Yarn

It’s funny to me how twisting it into a skein makes it look like a legitimate yarn, even if I can nitpick it apart like it’s my job.

I told my coworker that I was just going to be sad and weird all week and it made things better. I haven’t needed to be sad and weird, but I felt like I had permission to be so if I needed.

In that spirit, I’m just going to say that I don’t enjoy the afghan I’m working on, which means it’s dragged out into month three, when I should have been able to finish it up in four or six weeks. I’ve never put something aside before, but I’m so tempted to put this aside.

Or, frankly, maybe I have and I just need to admit it to myself.