Only a tiny bit

I said before that I had ideas for posts lined up, but now, it feels instead like the supply has dried up. I don’t suppose it’ll last forever, sooner or later I’ll have something to say for myself.

The knitting is going well, I shall have to take a picture soon for an update. I’m beginning to manage to learn to not let go of the needle each and everytime, though I’ve not yet mastered the technique, so currently it’s quite amusingly awkward.

I’m also beginning to get just a tiny tiny bit excited for moving into my new house in Cardiff. Only three months to go, should be amazing. So much healthier than living in halls. I’m already making plans in my head for my room. I can’t bear a plain, undecorated room (well, that’s my excuse for why any room I inhabit always ends up in such a mess). My room at home though is tiny, so it’s always been easy to keep it full of awesome little things. I’m very tempted to not only cover the walls in photos and post cards (those mostly from when my cousin went travelling all over the world rather than get in lots of debt at uni. I daresay she’s the smarter one out of me and her), but also to hang some form of display from the ceiling, seeing as for once I’ll have space.

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A slightly better day

Not quite a good day, but a day where I could at least think ‘well, if one must be depressed, this is at least quite a nice place for it’ (why yes, my internal monologue is quite posh at times).

I managed to wake up just a little tiny bit earlier than I have been recently, which meant I was able to spend the evening with my mum. She decided that cooking seemed too much like effort so we went to a local pub for dinner. Butterfly king prawns for starter and skate for main course went down a treat.

Himalaya with Michael Palin

Himalaya with Michael Palin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After that we just sat at home, knitted for a bit and watched an episode of Michael Palin‘s Himalaya series. Travel series seem to be the perfect distraction right now – a chance for just an hour or so to pretend to be anywhere but here.

The knitting is going surprisingly well. To the point that now every time I start a new row, I worry that I’m about to make a huge mistake and ruin everything I’ve done so far. By and large, I’m getting past that feeling, slowly and managing to persevere. It’s nice to feel like I’m achieving something right now, no matter how small.

A new skill

I promised myself that when I got home, I would allow myself time off from thinking about university work -but that I would also be at least vaguely productive with my time.

Close up of the colours of the wool- so pretty!

The first few rather messy rows. There are at least two well hidden holes from dropped stitches.

It’s hard ┬áto keep the motivation up to do this, so I feel that any small progress is a victory at the moment.

Recently, I’ve become increasingly nocturnal. I find that my thoughts race around my head, and it’s impossible to settle down for sleep. All that happens is that I lie in the dark, thinking, so all I can do is wait until I am exhausted enough to just fall asleep.

Being unable to sleep, I have decided to put this time to use, and practice knitting. My mum taught me how to about a year ago, but I haven’t knitted since. I’m aiming to have finished at least one scarf by next winter. Hopefully I can keep the motivation to do so.