Yesterday Amy Lane mentioned knitting me a new nervous system on her blog. (That would be so totally cool.) And she also mentioned I'm not a whiner. Which was good news to read yesterday, because I sure feel like it. Right now we're fucking with my medication (I was getting open sores on my skin from the anti-inflammatory) and I have to try this new anti-inflammatory for a month before we're sure it doesn't work and we fuck with it some more.
So right now all the muscle pain I'm having is either the new anti-inflammatory not working, or too much spinning. Or fybromyalgia. Or muscular dystrophy. Or a brain tumor. Wait. No. Brain tumors are the migraines. Never mind.
Shit day. Oh well. Fuck it.
The crafting is going well because I use it as a distraction when I don't feel good. I'm working on That Spinning Project:
It doesn't look like much now, but you'll love it when it's done. Really. Even if you don't like green.
I'm still knitting on the sock. Deciding how long I want the leg at this point; the yardage may decide for me. This sock is getting knit off the shorter of the two skeins, so yardage may decide length. This toe-up thing is pretty clever, isn't it?
I'm reasonably sure the sock will fit. Kind of loosely, but I like that.
Last, I've listed the Berry Picking over at my Etsy shop, here.
Part of me wants to keep it, but I've already got three other piles of hand spun that I'm not knitting up, sitting in The Pit. Sometimes you just need to let your creations go.
I think I'm gonna quit trying not to whine and go draft some green wool now. And plot knitting projects I may never do. It's good to dream.