2006 Mix

I just completed my 2006 Mix CD playlist. If you're interested in swapping, drop me a line at krista [at] monochromaticgirl [dot] com, and we can switch things up.

Stash Knitting '07

One of the knit blogs I read regularly is Wendy Knits!. She and a friend have decided to seriously attack their yarn stashes by not buying more yarn for the first nine months of the year. I've decided to join them because I've acquired a bunch of yarn, and I've not managed to knit much of it. As such, here are the rules that I am following, adopted from Wendy's rules:

Knit From Your Stash 2007: Guidelines for Krista

1. The Knit-From-Your-Stash-a-Thon will start January 1, 2007 and run through September 30, 2007 -- a period of nine months (eep!).

2. I will not buy any yarn during that period, with the following exceptions:
a. Souvenir/vacation yarn does not count.
b. If I am knitting something and run out of yarn, I may purchase enough to complete the project.
c. I get one "Get Out of Jail Free" card -- I am allowed to fall off the wagon one time.

3. I am allowed to receive gifts of yarn.

I also plan on not knitting much for others. I said that this year would be my year of selfish knitting, and instead, I've ended up knitting less because I started so many things for others that I hadn't planned on doing. The fact that no one else will love my knitting as much as I will keeps slipping my mind, and I need to make it my knitting mantra. It would probably also behoove me to join a few knitting groups and go regularly. So that's my plan.

Idle Hands

Originally uploaded by monochromaticgirl.

It's time for another self-conscious, downer girl post. Woo-hoo.

I'm feeling very sub-par today and recently. I'm not sad, per se, but there's a sense of mediocrity and disappointment wafting about me. And while I have Death Cab for Cutie on repeat, I thought it appropriate to vent. That's what any sensible goth girl would be doing, anyway. Life is pain, anyone?

I don't really think so. My life isn't really so melodramatic. I go to work, I come home, and between bouts of semi-fulfilling sleep, I manage to live a life that I feel too privileged to really despair. On some level, I recognize that I have enough. More than I need, really. That part of me is the one aching for the gentle, cleansing balance of a Buddhist takeover of my world. A contradiction. What I feel like. I'm happy in my head, and yet I'm not. Things just aren't very clear about me to me anymore.

The person I was is not the person I am. Is not the person I am going to be. But where do all these beings exist together? The common thread is what I'm seeking. In addition to fulfillment. But what is it that I want? What do I want to do? Want do I want to care about or be good at?

Feh.

My apologies for disappearing for such an extended period. I am starting to recognize that people do care when I go away, but it's really difficult to convince myself of that most of the time.