I've got a case of the Mondays. I have been an absolute oxygen thief all day! Thankfully, I had no obligations except blog-writing and stitching 'n' bitching today. Last week was my first week teaching camp this summer. I had to be at work by 8:30 AM all week. I am NOT a morning person, and to have that alarm go off every morning at 6:45 was not delightful. Camp, however, was delightful. So ultimately it was worth it. I had sixteen great girls and two amazing assistants. Crafters Camp was a huge success!
The secret to getting up early when you're not a morning person is a good, solid afternoon nap. You know you're not going to be able to get to sleep earlier at night, so you feed that deprivation with a nice siesta. Those Spaniards are really onto something! This weekend was very social. Friday night mojito party, Saturday community brunch, coffee date with one of my best friends, and barbecue with dear friends, Sunday house party at my opera buddy's place. Long story short, as a direct result of the activities of the last seven days, today has been one extended siesta. My cats have been very supportive of my decision to lounge in bed today. They don't understand the appeal of leaving my spot of sunshine on the pillow anyway, unless it's a trip to acquire them kibble.
I've found the solution to my general malaise. A couple of weeks ago, I went to Windy Knitty and bought from the clearance bin four skeins of mulberry silk yarn. Oooh, aaah!! What is mulberry silk, you may be asking. I sure did! Had no clue! I made some pithy comment about the pink yarn being named mulberry, and that mulberries aren't pink. Was educated by the very helpful Tara, one of the yarn mavens at Windy Knitty. You see, mulberry silk is spun by silkworms who only eat mulberry leaves. It makes for a very soft and lustrous fiber. And it was on sale. And I knew I would need it someday. Today is that day!
Darlings, I was very tempted to cancel my Stitch 'n' Bitch at the Glenwood tonight because I feel so blah today. And then I remembered the two skeins of pink and two skeins of navy mulberry silk yarn waiting patiently for me on my shelf at home. The siren song of the silkworms in the mulberry trees is calling me to stitch. The silkworms are singing me home. So I'll be at the Glenwood at 7 tonight, sipping on a tall mocktail of club soda, cranberry juice, and limes, turning some mulberry silk into a fabulous shawl for myself.
Until next time, my darlings, Peace, (radical) Love, and Yarn!