So I realize that in my latest deviation description, I lied. It wasn't intentional. It just... was. And it's bugging me. I said that I haven't had much time for art lately. And while it's true that I haven't done much drawing or Photoshop or any of my normal pursuits, I've learned a new craft.
I've been crocheting for about, oh, four months. Yes, crochet. No, not knitting. I still haven't figured that one out yet. Not that I've truly tried. Let me master one skill before learning another, eh? Besides, it's MUCH safer (for everyone involved) for me to handle one bluntly hooked stick, rather than two pointy sticks. Trust me. *lol*
And, in my normal fashion, once I've learned a skill, I go a wee bit overboard. I'm more adventurous than my mom, who has crocheted for years and has yet to venture beyond afghans and scarves. *lol* And slightly more adventurous than my best friend, who taught me to crochet, in that I play with all the froo-froo, fancy, harder to work with yarns. And don't get me started on how much yarn I actually own at this point. *rolls eyes*
I think what I enjoy most about crochet, is that you're creating, yet at the same time you get to wear or use the piece of art you create.
Anyway, I don't want to bore you, so I'll change subjects. I just thought I'd point out my unintentional fib. I'll move on now. Maybe I'll get some pics of what I've done thusfar and post them.
Part of the excitement I've found in crochet is that I've got someone new to crochet FOR. My sister is hmmm... six months pregnant. I'm going to be an auntie! I've had fun, making baby hats and baby booties. It amuses me.
Of course, not KNOWING what sex it's going to be is driving me nuts. I'm tired of picking out green or other neutral colors! Tell me, peanut, what are you?! Your mommy and daddy don't want to know until you're born... and I want to know what fun that is! Sigh.
OMG, you should see my mother. She's obsessed! I swear, as soon as she knew she was going to be a grandmother, she already started redecorating the spare bedroom as a nursery. In her head, mostly. But honestly, everytime we go shopping (be it Walmart, the mall... wherever), she HAS to look at baby stuff. Not that I'm not guilty of already spoiling an unborn niece/nephew. *lol* Let's say that this baby will certainly not have a cold head. *peers at pile of baby hats* And that's just the beginning of the pile of "stuff" for baby.
Hmmm... what else is new? I renewed my lease last month. This means I have officially lived on my own, with no one else but the cats, for over a year. It's a nice feeling. My friend lived with me for a few months after moving up from Texas and before finding a place of her own... Okay, so that kind of interrupts things, but whatever.
Of course, this also means that I've been without a "significant other" for longer than that... almost two years, I guess, as the last six months or so living with the bf was more like... forced roommates. Certainly no relationship, there. I don't miss him... much. I miss that warmth on the other side of the bed. God, I miss snuggling. Cats can only substitute in that matter for so long. *lol*
So, no, I don't miss Steve. He was never one I could talk to, not really. In all honesty, though he could be a wonderful person (as well as a complete ass), he wasn't terribly intelligent. It's hard to carry on a decent conversation when you're nowhere near the same level as the person you're conversing with. Honestly, there's only so much talk about fishing and uh... fishing... and uh... video games that I can take. I've had more engaging conversations with my cats.
Me: Morning to you, too!
Me: I'm tired, too... stupid daylight savings crap!
Me: What's up, squeaky?
Me: I'll feed you after my shower. When I'm awake.
Me: Yes, after shower. I promise. *stumbles into bathroom*
...honestly, that's pretty much how it goes. More or less coherently on my part. I swear, in the morning, they're more understandable than I am.
*rereads* Okay, go ahead and commit me. I'm 28 and am already that crazy old cat lady who talks to her cats instead of people. Me and my yarn and crochet hooks will be over here, covered in cat hair and chatting to the furry ones.*lol*