Learning About Me.

Nothing like a day stuck inside while the winter weather rages outside to give a girl some time for self-reflection.  And I have successfully managed to use this day to learn a great deal about myself.  

For example, I have learned that I do not care for snow.  That is a lie.  I actually already knew that about myself.  But, I have been able to confirm that little piece of self-awareness so I'm adding it to the list.  It's not that I hate snow.  Hate is a strong word.  And I was not feeling anything close to that when I ventured out at noontime today to clear off the truck and move it so the plows could make a pass through.  But as I was battling the whirling flakes, each of which seemed to be made of multiple razor blades and aimed directly at my face, I came perilously close to hate.  I was able to get the accumulated five inches from the surface of my truck and move it to a new location where it could then be covered with more snow and a finishing coating of ice.  But, I am not going back out there until I absolutely have to.  Which should be sometime tomorrow morning.  It can just stay where it is and be buried.

I learned today that I cannot always be counted upon to follow through on grand pronouncements.  For all my disgust with Project Runway last year and the subsequent declaration of the end of our relationship, I find myself sucked back in this season.  I didn't mean to.  Honest.  But, I am trapped inside and they keep putting reruns on and it is impossible to avoid.  For what it's worth, I am maintaining my holier-than-thou air about the whole thing and claim to be watching it only to validate my belief that it is a program which panders to our society's obsession with appearance.  If I say it enough, maybe it will magically be so.  I hate to think that I am so very shallow and easily led to the trough.

Speaking of troughs, I learned that I am powerless in the presence of chocolate and peanut butter.  Something about that most sacred of pairings is just irresistible.  Being trapped in the house with chocolate peanut butter cookies was not a good thing...except when it was.

I learned that no matter how much you want to spin, you can't do it after a craft project that involves the use of super sticky adhesives.  Eight layers of super-glue on the thumb do not make for accurate drafting.  Or smooth drafting.  Or drafting, period.  It does, however, make for a lovely banner of blue and grey silk trailing from one's thumb.  

I learned that a blue and gray silk banner trailing from one's thumb does not mix well with chocolate peanut butter cookies.  As proof, I submit that you have never once seen a model on Project Runway sporting that particular smeary accessory.

I learned that a snowy day stuck inside may sound like a great day for knitting, but that I am not necessarily going to take advantage of it.  Fortunately, I have no problems with showing the half of the scarf that I did manage to finish today and pretending that the other half looks just like it.  No problems at all.  

So, for your inauthentic viewing pleasure, I give you The Villandry Lace Scarf WDTF:

WDTF=With Dangling Turd Fringe

I'm not exactly sure just when it seemed like a good idea to make i-cord fringe for this scarf.  I just know that, once the idea was conceived, it became to me the most brilliant of plans. This led to another discovery about myself.  It seems that I am somewhat unwilling to accept that something might not be working, especially when time is of the essence.  On the positive side, it certainly speaks to a willingness to commit on my part, doesn't it?  Or that I should be committed.  I forget which.  There was plenty of time to let this one go.  Each dangly i-cord is tied on there individually.  When the first one went on, I stepped back, chuckled a bit and said, "Gosh, that surely does look like a dangling turd."  That might have been the time to stop.  I also could have stopped after the second one went on and still demonstrated a turd-like quality.  By the third and fourth dangling turdish appendage, there was no excuse.  It wasn't even funny anymore.  But, I pressed on, fully enmeshed in denial regarding my fringe choice.  

And I will continue in this manner when I finally get up the gumption to finish up the other half of the scarf.  I will then resolutely wrap it and gift it on Friday no matter how many turds are dangling from it.  That is how committed I am to this decision.  

This week, I am looking forward to a few more life lessons.  For example:

*How likely am I to call in sick when faced with a vehicle that is encased in snow and ice and will require effort to make drivable?

*Is this the year that I crack under the pressure of teaching during the week before the holiday break?  And what form of cracking will this take?  And do I have access to a good attorney?

*What is the likelihood that I will tell the recipient of the Villandry Lace Scarf WDTF what the "t" stands for?

SA