Work In Progress

There are so many times where my mind is running so fast that my thoughts get jumbled and I’m no longer able to handle life.

One of the things that calms me is crocheting. Weird, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that my jumbled thoughts are now concentrating on specific rows,

and counting,

and stitches,

and the feel of yarn as it slides through my fingers,

and the cold aluminum hook with the smooth bamboo handle.

Sometimes I crochet in silence although not for that long. I prefer a movie or some kind of musical background like tonight. Listening to 80’s pop on Pandora my hands just sc,ch2,sc on their own and my mind no longer follows the pattern because my fingers do it for me while I Shout along with Tears for Fears. Rows 10-15 are a blur and I can’t believe I’ve done five more rows without even really thinking about it.

Singing my heart out with Cyndi during Time After Time, stitch after stitch, yarn over, pull through.

Billy Idol, White Wedding ¬†which I never understood as a kid, but still knew all the words, three more rows down and I’m grooving too much I can tell because I’m starting to mess up. My neat little ch5’s are beginning to get loose as I lose tension. Rip out/re-do.

Back on track for the moment with Joan Jett, my mind slowly drifts to the repetition once more…specific rows,

and counting,
and stitches,
and the feel of yarn as it slides through my fingers,
and the cold aluminum hook with the smooth bamboo handle.

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