It's Friday!

And big hoorays for that fact! I've had a shitty week, so here's to a good weekend, and a great week next week. For everyone. Especially me.

Here's a song, dedicated to Alice:


Listening to: Steve Poltz - 'Stay Away A Little Closer' [ 'Travelling' album.] Good rainy day music.

So...I'm a cranky old bag

aka the post where I wax lyrical about how much I wouldn't cope if it wasn't for music and knitting. As is the case with blogging and the world in general, if you want to say something, you'll generally find someone else has said it before, and so much better than you could ever hope to. All of us nanna-core types know how good knitting is for clearing the head, just the constant activity and rhythm is soothing, although for me, it can't be any harder than K1P1 when I'm troubled, or it leads to chaos.

I had a cow of a weekend, and definitely had what Holly G would call the "mean reds". I guess it's a bipolar thing, I don't know, sometimes I'm happy that I'm officially crazy as at least it gives me an explanation for my moods and behaviour. So what did I do all weekend, apart from moping and being angry? Knitted and listened to music. Specifically Billy Bragg and Bruce Springsteen. If you know me, you'll already know these two are among my favourites. I love music, I couldn't exist without it, and of course, I lack the ability to put into words the effect that certain songs and artists have on me. So thank God for my old buddy Nick Hornby. If you've read this blog before in the past couple of years, you'll also know how much I love his book of song essays.
So I'll give up now, and just quote from it:

In fact, thinking about it now, it's why I love the relationship that anyone has
with music: because there's something in us that is beyond the reach of words,
something that eludes and defies our best attempts to spit it out.

And sometimes I'm just repeating myself.

Like Nick Hornby...how many times have I listened to 'Thunder Road'? Countless. The music thing, you either get it or you don't. And if you don't get it...sorry I just can't understand you, you must be existing in a parallel universe to me. But I'll still luv ya all teh same.

Also, this post is a reminder for me to start my own aforementioned 31 Songs project...although I think the best I'll come up with is a paragraph. Challenge to self for 2009.

And here's Broooce:

Flossy

Embroidery Floss, originally uploaded by keyinherpocket is Parasol Doll.

I seem to have hit the proverbial wall, and am collapsed in a blob on the couch. Tomorrow does not bode well. However, what I have been doing is winding embroidery floss onto cardboard bobbins, and it is indeed strangely relaxing and soothing. I seem to have floss everywhere, old, new, tangled, untangled, so I'm trying to achieve some sort of organisation. My floss is nowhere as organised as this pretty pic that I borrowed from Flickr...but now it's not tangled either.