Well, hello, again... familiar distraction. I sit surrounded by slightly ordered chaos. A warped loom with a partially-begun project on it that frustrated me... lengths of fabric that were purchased through the years clutter the ironing board, some obtained recently, some years ago. Blue and black checked wool for a skirt, solid blue wool for another skirt... both bought back in the day when color and style meant everything to me. Two piles of dog print fleece for beds and pillows... one for him, one for her. The medium weight denim with embroidered watermelon slices... meant for an apron for the daughter that loves to cook. A bag that contains the nearly finished ribbed knit scarf that I made this year... need to finish it with all this snow!

I worked and worked on this room and it is liveable again. Vacuumed the floor. Now all that is left is to sort and organize the piles, maybe hang the pictures, clock, and thread rack. The room smells wonderful because of the stone warmer with the scented wax in it... given to me by my wonderful son so long ago. The television is on and hooked up... my laptop is hooked up and in the room (I am typing on it now).

What is stopping me? It feels almost as if I am bound and unable to move or think. Frozen as if caught in a slowly hardening drip of sap...

...help...

Have to find my way back...

Well, I have left the weaving alone for quite some time now... it sits and waits for me patiently like a faithful pet.

I've taught myself knitting this year and actually learned the difference between knitting and purling. A ribbed scarf with my own ideas for decoration. Black, thick yarn tassels wait to be attached. Almost done.

It sits also... waiting... perhaps the knitting and the weaving commiserate with the bolts of fabric and the bags of craft items, the cutting board mat, the cutting table, the baby blanket with the binding pinned to it... all waiting in silence for my return, wondering which I will give my attention to next.

I am starting to wonder... is it possible to have adult onset ADD?? The framed picture of my mother looks on... even though she has been gone these years, she is not surprised... the smile in her eyes tells me so.