Oh My

I was cruising along on my beautiful Guernsey Wrap, even going so far as to weave in the ends of each new skein, so that as I neared the finish line, I would be ready, when all of a sudden I noticed a serious mistake.  At the midpoint, I had mistakenly started an odd row on the even row side, and then many rows later, probably at a chart change, I'd flipped it back.  And while not everyone would notice, I know it would forever bother me.  So it's ripping time.  My rationalization is that it's beautiful yarn and a beautiful pattern, so instead of seeing this as a calamity, I'm choosing to enjoy the opportunity to have some extra knitting time with them both.  Or I will as soon as I screw up my resolve enough to actually do the ripping back.     Meanwhile, even though the wreath on the door signifies autumn, this lilac in my yard thinks it's spring.  I am enjoying both.  

A group of friends and I had our mammogram party Saturday morning.  This is the fourth year they have met to do their mammograms together, and the second year for me.  One person brought doughnuts, then we all ate lunch out afterwards.  It's a cool way to make sure we are taking care of ourselves.  We got an innocent bystander to take our picture in front of the breast cancer awareness dolphin.    

Speaking of self-care, thanks to Mason-Dixon Knitting, I have found a new source for self-care wisdom.  Max Daniels is a witty writer on the topic; I signed up to get a weekly email from her and meanwhile, have spent the week reading her old blog posts. Good timing, as I'm also thinking about trying Whole30 as a way to stop the comfort eating, reset my system, and take care of my self in a different way.  Living alone is an awesome opportunity to start some new habits.   Having said all that, I had another difficult Sunday, for no real reason,  I made myself meet friends for brunch, then visited my parents, and still I have struggled today.  I took a nap and have puttered around in my craft rooms, rearranging things, but I have to say, I'm kind of glad the weekend is over.  I'm not beating myself up about it, just trying to be honest here.  This process is full of ups and downs, but it's a part of life for everyone.  I know I have a good life, but sometimes even a good life is hard.  Have a good week, friends, and thanks so much for your comments and love.