Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Straight Up

Of all the (insert all kinds of negative adjectives here) things that have happened to me in the last year, year and a half, one of the oddest is going on right now.

I can't knit.

Of course, I can knit and I can purl, but I cannot knit.  I've tried socks, shawls, hats, socks again, and I lose count, I drop stitches, I can't follow a pattern, I forget where I am in a pattern. . .  It is driving me crazy.  My depression is as bad as ever, and one of the handful of things that could ease some of the pressure has abandoned me.

I don't even look for jobs anymore.  I'm assuming there's still nothing out there, but even if someone offered me something right this minute, I couldn't do it.  I'm in no shape.


  1. What a bugger - been there so know its not good. Hope it resolves itself soon. xx

  2. [insert encouraging sympathetic helpful words here]. {{{HUGS!}}} I couldn't read after my divorce, which completely freaked me out.


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