A while later, as the sun is starting to set, you pack up for the day and notice the dead scorpion impaled by your nail. Only now do you realize how close you were to disaster, either by scorpion sting while alone in the middle of nowhere, nail through the foot while alone in the middle of nowhere, or a sad combination of the two. This further leads to your wondering how the swirls and eddies of your life landed you here, in the middle of the desert, building I-don't-know-what in your bare feet, yet miraculously armed with a battery-operated nail gun and decent aim.
Ladies and gents, I am so there. Now that the crisis is mostly behind me (and my hair is growing back, can't forget that), I am having a hard time figuring out how the heck I survived. Not only survived, but survived well and with sense of humor intact, none the less. I am not saying that I did not have any breakdowns, because I did have a few, and I'm not saying that I did it on my own, because I had a whole lot of support, but this bastion of strength is apparently very tired, because the whole ordeal seems impossible now. Yay for moving forward.
As part of the moving forward process, I have an announcement to make. Remember all that secret hush-hush stuff I teased about earlier? Well, I am opening an online yarn shop:
Everything is still in the early planning stages, but with any luck the shop should be ready to go once the doctor clears me to start making an honest living again. I will be giving sneak-peeks in the coming weeks, but right now I am spending a lot of time harvesting inventory, and you will not believe some of the fibers and colors I have come across! Once I do open up for business, there will be a sale for blog readers, so I do hope you will stop by. More details to come!
One thing I will be keeping hush-hush on this year is the holiday knitting. A few of the in-laws have found and been reading the blog, and while they are welcome, I don't want to be spoiling anyone's surprise (that's my fun, thank you). So if it seems like I've been working on my dad's socks (a holiday gift, but he doesn't read the blog) forever, you'll know why.