This morning I got the urge to do some drawing, so I pulled out my oil pastels and got to work. Before I knew it, several hours had passed, and I had a nearly finished piece in front of me. Granted, it’s a tacky ocean sunset picture, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I started and finished a drawing that I had done for pleasure rather than for school.
There’s still a bit more I’d like to do, but for now, it’s close enough to being done for me to feel like I should pat myself on the back. I have so many unfinished pieces lying around that, for a while there, I was thinking ‘unfinished’ was just my style.
On August 26th, the day of Hurricane Irene, I took Kahlua for a walk on the beach to check out the waves and watch some friends surf in that madness. They were giddy like kids on Christmas, but having been completely knocked around the day before, I had no intentions of joining them in the water. That night turned out to be a memorable one for me, so I especially love this photo. What has developed since then has been a refreshing break from the usual.
After a year and nine months of separation, two and a half years of being lied to and cheated on, and a total of eight years of marriage, I am finally divorced today.
I’ve waited for this for so long, and it’s amazing how everything else in my life is coming together so beautifully at the same time. Two years ago, I was scared out of my mind not knowing what I was going to do or how I could go on. But today, I am a completely different person. The entire experience has changed me for the better so much, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
So thank you, ex-husband, for turning into a total douche bag piece of shit and losing your morals. Your selfish actions forced me to grow and mature as a person, and it’s too bad the same can’t be said for you. Sayonara!
So much has changed; I don’t even know where to begin. So, here’s a picture of the beach at sunrise on Wednesday.
GPOYW - Of all the photos taken on Friday night, this is my favorite. Also, of all the photos taken Friday night, this is one of the only ones that doesn’t make me ask, “what the fuck is going on there!?” Friday night was interesting.
Words of wisdom on a bathroom wall in a bar in downtown Charleston. Nothing ever stays the same, and if you try to fight change, you’re only going to drive yourself crazy. Embrace it.
It had been a really long time since I last did any knitting, so the other day I decided it was time to do something about that. Wanting a quick and easy project, I checked out Ravelry and opted for a mug and French press jacket pattern that had been sitting in my queue for more than a couple years, and I had plenty of left over stash yarn I could use.
I figured I would be able to finish it that night, but I was wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me how out of practice I was. My fingers aren’t as nimble as they used to be, and I had a very hard time keeping my concentration.
I’d say a good thirty percent of the time it took me to make the damn thing, if not more, was spent picking up dropped stitches, correcting backwards stitches, and undoing entire rows because I forgot I was working a row with smocking. Toward the end, though, it got easier. My fingers loosened up, and it became much easier to focus.
As much as I’d like to start another project today, I have way too many other things I need to take care of first, and I have a bad habit of losing track of time when knitting. It’s one of those activities that tends to put me in the zone, and hours can feel like minutes. Normally that’s a good thing when I have time to waste, but right now I don’t need to be procrastinating.
A friend of mine is pregnant, so more than likely I’ll make some cute little baby booties next. I’ve already found some really cute patterns.
As I’ve recently mentioned, I miss spending time appreciating nature in my parents’ backyard. I took this picture while I was still staying there (probably two months ago), and there were actually two turtles before Kahlua scared the other one off. I’d really like to find a place with lots of wild animals within walking or bike riding distance, but I don’t think one exists. Maybe I’ll have to settle for a place with lots of squirrels.
GPOYW - This was taken on Sunday, I believe, but I could be wrong. The whole long 4th of July weekend was honestly a big drunken blur. And, while Captain Dodd looks pretty lucky to be out on the boat with four of his pirate hookers, there were actually four other guys with us too.
