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Thursday, October 11, 2012

I think I've gone insane...

I read this post on Animas, through SixUntilMe, (I love how direct and completely true it is), and I decided that I'm going to post the thought that's been going through my head because I am who I am and if you think I'm crazy, that's okay, because it's entirely possible. I'm putting myself out there as who I am, and I'm proud of it.

I've found out that when you leave me alone in a house for more than an hour, strange thoughts develop.

Like my balls of yarn who are developing personalities.

I just realized that some people who don't know me very well or at all are going to read this and think I'm an absolute maniac.

So, all of my teachers who I respect immensely - I'm not as crazy as this make me seem, I promise.

Y'see, the Astra balls, they stick together. The electric blue, the variegated gold and the orange, they're all buddies. They're all beautiful, soft, and kind. They're wonderful to work with and you can't help but want to hug them. The blue and the variegated are really close - they're not as much without the other. The orange is a bit of a third wheel, and he's fading, fast. But they don't mind because they all know that everyone has destinies and we all have to move on.

The Red Heart pink variegated - well, she looks nice, but when you get to know her she's quite coarse and thick. She's alright to work with, but she's not usually the first choice.

The yellow-gold smiley-face-coloured ball. He's nice and all, but he's thick and hard to get through to. Someone who will stick up for the smaller, weaker ones. He's not afraid to show his bright side, but he doesn't really like working as part of a team most of the time.

The eyelash blue looks like a sweetheart. She's fuzzy and bright, a lot like a puppy. But also like a puppy, she doesn't listen, doesn't behave, and is often quite irritating to work with.

Now, the Starlette, they're a gang. A nice gang. Everywhere you look they're there. They're happy to work with anyone, they're always bright and cheery, but they're also very hard to shake off. You get rid of one, there's an identical one right behind it, smirking at you.

Now that I'm thinking of this, maybe the Astra variegated gold is diabetic. We kind of had a bond, right from the start. I wanted to take him right into my arms and my heart, wanted to keep him forever. Maybe that's why the blue is so close to him - every diabetic has their awesome, special friend(s).
So, apparently, that's why I have so much yarn and I can't seem to get rid of it.
Diabetic wool? Really?


  1. I think that you are totally sane, you should see my stash, and know that I think yarn talks to you so it is knitted into the pattern it wants to be knitted into, I also think its safe to say we should not involve your mother in this conversation, we both know her thoughts on my sanity