tracing patterns - here, there, everywhere
Trying not to give too much importance to emotions, feelings, perceptions. It’s all a game, don’t forget that, my dear.
Have a happy time everyone. I’m off for a nice little holiday in some warmer places. So long then. Arrivederci. Au revoir.
I urgently need some more sweaters in my wardrobe. The question is: where do I get them? Go in search for them at local stores? Or go through my stash and knitting frenzily?
First option might be devastating. Colors these days are triste, triste, triste. And do me no favour. The chance of finding a sweater that I might feel like wearing, well this is absolute off-chance.
Knitting on the other hands asks for some time. And this I do not really have with NaNoWriMo in the second week and those knit-alongs and holidays just ahead.
On the other hand with knitting, it is me who decides upon the colors and that’s a very very convincing argument. I can also decide upon the decide, which might not be so convincing as the colour argument, because deciding upon a design normally means for me to start to do some maths and rework the details.
Well, I’ll see.
Today there are still stormy winds around. And the weather outside is gray. Simply gray.
So go for some colours, it might you do something good.
as the ad informs me lately nearly daily when I surf the internet. I, indeed, spent not that much money but quite some money in not more than thirty minutes. Just to remind that this is also possible and, afte all, I just needed this pair of sunglasses for my upcoming holidays. Can’t go to mainly sunny places and not have proper protection, specially with my very delicate eyes. And so I went out in search for them and found a pair I really liked. And now, they’re ordered and I will get them next week. It feels so good. And I am thankful for getting them.
Just had this moment to spare and finally cast on for the Mystic Waters knitalong this morning. I am using a dark, beautiful blue, laceweight yarn from Uruguay. As this shawl has a triangular form, progress is soon to be made out. And now, I’m at the office and can’t wait to get on with it.
Had another writing blast yesterday evening. I admit, I was a little bit scared when I sat down, because, well, the previous night there had been choir practice and when I had gotten back home, I had had a look at the last sentence I had written and the new chapter I was to begin and all had gone blank within my head. No idea, nothing. So, I did not really know what would going to happen. But when I finally sat down and started writing, the ideas tumbled one over the other and I had to type very fast to keep up with them.
So I managed to do up for my non-writing Tuesday and feel so incredibly happy about how the story develops. I admit I do not have the least idea as to how things will come out in the end. Probably something between fantasy and love story, I suppose.
- try out new things, new ways of being, leaving the old behind and going ahead, focussing on the moment.
Must be the most happy person today, as I got today a delivery of fibers and a tid bit of yarn making all it’s way from Uruguay to Switzerland. The colours are simply breathtaking. One of the rovings more beautiful than the other. And then there is this Azul Francia in lace weight. And I can’t stop looking at it and wondering how it will look in daylight, not to talk about Golden Purple, really, I am the luckiest, happiest woman of the world with all this beauti-beautiful colors around me!
Mit dem Satz “was da kreucht und fleucht” auf den Lippen öffne ich die Türe zu unserer Geschäftsstelle, um hinauszugehen und auf die Toilette zu gelangen und sehe mich einem Menschen gegenüber, der mir entgegenkommt, offensichtlich auf dem Weg zu einer Sitzung im oberen Stock. Er grüsst mich, ich grüsse zurück & ich realisiere, dass das ja ein Mitschüler aus meinen Tagen am Gymnasium ist.
Dinge gibts.
Looks as if it were difficult today, to get into writing mood, should writing ever be qualified as a mood.
The day has been mostly gray, with a nearly sunny interval somewhen in the afternoon. But now, it’s all cloudy again and it starts getting dark. Winter time has arrived. Astonishingly, I do like it, those long evenings that make you feel doubly cosy in your own four walls, interest in the outside is reduced, it’s a moment of introspection, at least it feels to me like that.
And as there is still no impulse showing up for startingl my today’s writing session, I will go and prepare dinner, a rich vegetable soup - and then there might be some housework to do also, wouldn’t be a bad idea. Perhaps this brings me into writing mood, who knows?
The one remaining flower on my balcony goes on blossoming and blossoming and blossoming as she never did during all the summer months. Of course, I am very thankful for that bit of colour in those rather misty November days.
