Do you ever wonder if the drugs you took as a teenager are living residually inside you anywhere? Today would be a good day for them to make an appearance. I continue to angst over the purpose of my life (an important job interview – see Tuesday – will make that happen). Then I had to frog a scarf I’d been struggling over because I lost count of the rows and screwed it up. Then I took a look at my stash and UNDERSTOOD why I have no money.
Are you supposed to be this weirded out at 50? I know that supposed is a judgmental (heavy on the “mental” part) word but dang…when am I supposed anticipate the garbage bill? At what age is it developmentally appropriate to hang up your clothes or put the top back on the bottle of white wine you swigged out of the night before? And WHEN do you stop worrying about whether or not to wear horizontal stripes?
Back to my knittin’ – so I am making a sweater. It’s a great design called Lamarosaro (I am not sure but I just might have made that name up) from Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton’s Transitions Book 2. It is in a yarn by Filati called FUNKY – which fit my mood and my budget. The Main Color is a variegated warm coral and sand colors and (don’t tell my dead mother) it is going to have HORIZONTAL stripes. Pushing out my cheeks like a blow fish.
“Does this make me look fat?”
Hey, I am over 50, over 200 pounds, and OVER IT ALL. So fuck it, if I look fat – then you’re just jealous.