the hardest part of any blog post for me is how to start it. you know, that whole introductory paragraph thing. it kind of was the hardest part for me when writing papers too. because there's a little bit of bullshit required. don't you think? you have to ease your reader into the main body of your text. and sometimes you just want to get on with it. anyway. not that this paragraph has anything to do with the rest of this post. heh.
some random thoughts.
1. i had a really weird dream this morning. i was living in some middle eastern country, maybe syria, and i had to leave everything i owned except for a couple of small things because of what was going on over there. i went back into the house and grabbed my mother's jewelery that my dad gave me and somehow ended up at George Stephanopoulous's house. and the whole time, i regretted not taking my spinning wheel and also was very sad that i was leaving my stash. priorities people. i have no idea what george was doing in my dream by the way. as for the syria thing, the alarm clock that went off at 4:15 am, is set to npr. there must have been some story on syria on the news between snoozes.
2. i've lost my creative mojo. i've been toiling away at the fussy cut blanket but barely. i should really take a break from it and start something else, because clearly i NEED a break from it since it feels as if i'm making no progress, and i've got tons of ideas for stuff i could be making, but i'm in a monogamy crafting hell. also, as item 1 above can attest, i really would like to be spinning and i've got a cricket loom THAT IS STILL IN IT'S BOX!
3. for the first time since i was in grade school, i am wearing skirts on a regular basis. i wore dresses until i was in the 4th grade and then my mother eased up on that ridiculous no pants to school rule of hers and i haven't looked back. i think part of the reason for my dislike of skirts/dresses is that to me they always meant 2 things. wearing some sort of hose type thing and uncomfortable, no running for the bus, can't keep up with the boys, shoes. not that i run for the bus all that often, but i like wearing shoes that i know will not make me land flat on my face with my ass for all to see (because of course my skirt would go flying). in the winter i'll wear a skirt with opaque tights. i don't mind tights. but it had been years since i'd worn a skirt on a regular basis during warmer months. but this year it's like a light bulb went off in my head. who said i can't wear sneakers or purple doc martens with my skirts? (oh i'm sure there are some who will tell me i can't but i don't care.) so i'm wearing skirts.
how's that for random?
i often struggled with the conclusion of a paper too.