In writing, like knitting, the first line always seems the hardest.
You put down the pen or the needle, become distracted by the more immediate demands of life, and your work gets forgotten. Buried on the desk, shoved under the couch. You find it, months later, and pick up your tools. Your fingers feel clumsy at first, stumbling over a movement that has become unfamiliar.
But it comes back...
I have abandoned this blog, and the crafty side of myself, for far too long. So I've committed to a) finish a christening shawl (above) by May 30; and b) to blog at least once a week.
I can't even remember what I last wrote about -- finishing off a jumper to wear in England, for a trip I took 18 months ago. My passport has expired since then, and I still haven't finished the damn sweater. I *could*, except that I decided, 9/10 of the way through, that the yarn sheds too much and therefore I will probably never wear it. Unless anyone knows a way to stop yarn shedding?!
My job has taken over my life, and while that was fun for a while and I don't see it changing, I can't help feeling like there has to be something more. I've just spent the weekend in Brisbane, thinking about all the things I should be doing to make my life happier, and to address my work-life imbalance. And those two seemed like a good, achievable place to start.
Not much else to say -- CitySlickerCat is nibbling at my feet and this is far too contemplative for anyone to be interested in reading, but it's a start. So now to keep going...