So…I decided I needed some pep. Some spice. Some colour and spark to help cheer me up. To that end, Brat, your socks are still on hold. I will do something on them before the end of the month. Promise!! Hah – but even one stitch counts as something, doesn’t it? Neener neener.
Anyway, I needed a pick me up. The STR colourway I’d been using for a set of RPM socks got frogged. I just couldn’t make myself enjoy the knitting of the pattern. And, if I’m not enjoying it, why am I doing it? Seriously, it’s a hobby, not a job…so, yeah. Out came the work I’d done on the RPM pattern. Then I dug around the house and found a pattern I liked in one of my very few sock pattern books (Folk Socks by Nancy Bush). I chose the Mamluke pattern and am doing it, unlike her natural and blue afair, in black and Firebird. Mmmmmm tasty. I love how it’s turning out and it’s just the spark I need to cheer me up. It’s obvious I love how it’s turning out, or I’d have stopped quite a while back. I despise the black yarn (Wildfoote). It splits and…it’s just not my yarn of choice. But, I had it in my stash from an aborted sock request from a couple of years ago and so it got chosen as the background colour of choice. None of the other colours would have done the Firebird justice.
As for what’s got me down? Well – people are rarely what they portray themselves to be. It’s rare that you find one who truly seems to be 100% genuine. And, when – after a while – the facade shatters and the real person is let come forth into the true light of day. Well. Rarely is it something that one would wish to actually look at too closely. So, I’m doing some house cleaning, so to speak.
I try very hard to be who I am. I don’t lie to people – even when it hurts or alienates them. I try very hard to be forthright and honest and up front. I actually lost one person I adore because of being honest. I could probably have strung them along while I tested an opportunity that had presented itself. Instead, I was honest and forthright – and, I will probably never hear from them again. While I will miss them, I can still feel good about myself because I honoured my standards and stayed honest and upfront. I’m sure there are parts of myself I’d rather not have bandied about under a mega-watt bulb. But, I do my best to be comfortable with all I say and do, so that I am never ashamed of myself. I have enough baggage from before I learned to be so forthright. I certainly don’t need to add more to it!
So, cleaning house and getting rid of leeches and slugs and other such things that find themselves hiding in the dark. It will be a trying and nerve wracking time. But, I think, at the end of it all – when it’s all said and done – that I will be better for having done it. But…in the mean time…to see me through…I have colour! Bright, popping, zapping, in your face colour…and it is good.