They Call Me Mum

And no, this isn’t a Styx song.

It’s Friday afternoon.  I’ve got 45 minutes left of my work day.  And I’m bored to tears.  So, here’s an update.

I still haven’t heard anything on the other job I’ve applied for.  The automated system still tells me that no selection has been made.  I’ve sent an email to my “inside” source, asking if he’s heard anything, but he’s not in the office until Monday.

I’m frustrated with our in-house Desktop Publishing group.  I ordered a dozen or so nameplates for new staff arriving in the next couple of weeks.  I got them today.  They look nothing at all like the existing signs in the building.  Did someone change signage fonts and not tell me?  Petty annoyance, I know, but I’m still annoyed.  Not to mention, they forgot to send the 1/2 dozen nameplate frames I ordered at the same time.

I’ve been knitting more lately.  I find it easier to concentrate on knitting than on sewing at the moment.  Actually, I seem to have lost almost all drive to sew.  Life has been kicking me in the head again, and sewing takes so much more effort than I can put forth.  Knitting, on the other hand, is more mindless.  At least the patterns I’ve been knitting are a bit more mindless.  The MMario QAL shawl is easy to just sit and knit and not have to think very hard.  The Goddess Knits Shawl is a little more difficult, but still easier for me to concentrate on at the moment.

The loss of any desire to sew makes me sad, which just makes it that much harder to want to sew.  It’s a vicious cycle.  I had to tell a client I would not be able to finish her garments.  I really don’t know when I’ll be able to get them done.  And I have another friend who wants stuff for the upcoming faire season.  The good news there is that everything is simple, and once I do get the desire to sew back, won’t take very long.  But I feel horrible for letting her down.

I don’t even really feel like sewing for myself for the upcoming season.  And with the weight I’ve lost this year, I probably need to sew for myself.  I’m not sure anything will fit.  There’s about 2 months to go until it starts.  Hopefully I’ll be feeling a little more upbeat about sewing before then.

In happier news, TOH and Klumpen are throwing a party for my 40th birthday.  We’re combining it with a party for our friend, Action Deb, whose birthday is 2 days after mine.  So, if you’re in the neighborhood of the “Stupid Big House” on July 12th, stop by and join the festivities.