Escape Sunday
I take things too personally, to the heart, to the quick. When careless words are thrown in my direction they leave a little black mark on me. Too sensitive, me. So I lost myself in this:
which is more impressive with a flash, so here
it’s for her. I hope she likes it. It’s rhythmic, this crochet, and faster than knitting. Although I am annoyed that it isn’t totally flat. I wanted it to wash away the argument I had yesterday with someone who shouldn’t mean shit to me…but can make my life miserable all the same.
maybe this will help?
these tears stain the wood
Like cups and condensation
I am bound to you
I cannot break the situation
He’s every subject
Of every song
Like the wind carries
He moves me along
And the shadows I can’t run from
They won’t let me go
He’s the ending of a story
That I’ll never know
He’s electric
Can’t forget it
Yeah he’s electric
Don’t forget it
Sometimes he fills me up
Sometimes it’s such a shock
This is more than I bargained for
More than I would have bought
You still look at me
With well acquainted eyes
As the memories come flooding back
In a field of butterflies
It’s electric
Don’t forget
Yeah it’s electric
I can’t forget it
I know there’s hope in there
But I wanna walk away
He’s says it’s bright in there
Even in lighter shades of grey
And though it looks like rain
I’m not gonna cry
As the seasons are changing
In your heart
So will I
I will fly
Electric
Oh yes the seasons are changing
Ohh yes the seasons are changing
I’m burning up
I’m burning up
I’m electric
June 1st, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Nice work. I couldn’t crochet to save my life, but I could once do a mean cross stitch. Won a blue ribbon at the county fair. Glad you had a productive weekend.
Brian
June 1st, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Pretty cool effort, maam, pretty cool effort.
June 1st, 2008 at 4:00 pm
I love it love it love it. I’m sorry it took an argument to get through it, but sometimes that is necessary. At least you had a positive outlet
And I updated my latest post to include you. See what bribery can do?
June 1st, 2008 at 4:17 pm
That is beautifully done.
I love to crochet but I can only do a straight line. I once made a whole crocheted blanket of just straight lines. My brother was in the first war in Iraq and it was my distraction when I watched the news every night.
June 1st, 2008 at 4:37 pm
i think it looks cool!!
and sorry about the crappy argument thing…want me to kick someone’s ass for you?
June 1st, 2008 at 5:16 pm
Very cool! I like to crochet little baskets, then it doesn’t matter that they aren’t flat.
June 1st, 2008 at 6:20 pm
With whom did you argue and why?
June 1st, 2008 at 6:40 pm
i’ve been feeling very raw with taking things personally. it’s always the ones that shouldn’t mean a thing, that sting the most. it’s me always trying to fix.
June 1st, 2008 at 7:13 pm
who insulted you? let me at them!
June 1st, 2008 at 7:18 pm
I cant do jack shit when it comes to “the crafts”, so I never would have noticed that it wasn’t flat – it looks really cool.
Love the song – haven’t heard it in awhile, so it really hit me between the eyes.
June 1st, 2008 at 10:31 pm
oh, it’s so extra frustrating when you know, KNOW, that you should just let it go, and yet somehow can’t find the way to do it.
June 1st, 2008 at 11:12 pm
I am super sensitive too and can SO relate to what you said. I have tried so hard over the years not to take things personally or let them go, but words/comments eat at me. It is frustrating because my mind know the right thing to do is to let it go and not let it get to me, yet my emotions go in a different directions. Then I feel like that person has power over me. BUT, I’m still working on it and some days/weeks are better, so onward I go.
Love the rug. I so wish I could do that. I am so not crafty!!
Have a wonderful week.
June 2nd, 2008 at 5:19 am
That’s amazing, sweet sensitive girl. You are so talented. I don’t believe you did that in a day, it would have taken me a year!
I know how frustrating and upsetting it is to be a sensitive one. Sometimes people are just too much, although they don’t know it. And it’s so hard to forget, to dismiss the pain of being hurt by a careless word.
Do we try to build armour to protect ourselves or do we embrace that fact that we are sensitive and use it to create? A friend with the same dilemma pointed me towards this site, about and for Highly Sensitive Persons – http://sensitiveliving.com/
It might be interesting to you. Or it might not! I thought I would share it anyway!
June 2nd, 2008 at 8:32 am
That’s really cool. Crocheting intimidates me.
There’s nothing wrong with being sensitive. I would say that part of you is tuned in to things that make great writing material.
June 2nd, 2008 at 9:33 am
i haven’t crocheted anything since that embarrassing loin cloth episode with brendan fraiser
June 2nd, 2008 at 9:56 am
furiousball can’t even spell brendan fraser.
nice rug, ma’am…
June 2nd, 2008 at 10:39 am
It’s lovely. I hope it helped.
June 2nd, 2008 at 10:57 am
I envy your craftiness, am glad you have something to lose yourself in and am sorry that you had occasion to need that kind of escape.
June 2nd, 2008 at 11:24 am
I had grand plans to learn how to crochet when I was pregnant. But….well….
I talk a lot of shit.
I dig that song, btw. really beautiful lyrics.
June 2nd, 2008 at 11:40 am
It’s lovely! She’ll adore it!
June 2nd, 2008 at 11:57 am
Love it!
June 2nd, 2008 at 12:05 pm
I LOVE the red! I wish I had the patience to do that.
It’s always the people you *know* shouldn’t bother you that bother you the most.
June 2nd, 2008 at 4:00 pm
It all rocks, especially the way the crochet circle with it’s curls, and waves; adds interest.
June 2nd, 2008 at 5:18 pm
I love it the way it is. It looks like the rings of a tree…
June 3rd, 2008 at 6:30 am
Gorgeous. Superb.
Now.
Who do I need to beat up?
June 7th, 2008 at 5:08 pm
Excellent.
Whilst I like to knit, the speed of crochet is a good fix too.
Best wishes
June 19th, 2008 at 6:40 pm
Good for you. Isn’t it great when “craft” can whisk you away from a problem? Or at least help you ignore it for awhile. I had no idea you crocheted. Multi-talented you are.