Seasonal Disorientation Disorder (amongst other problems)
Havoc continues to reign at girlprinter.com, hence, no banner and few images. It seems I’ve done the digital version of skipping out of a rental apartment leaving all my furniture behind. Except that I continue to pay rent, but the locks have been changed behind me, and I want my furniture back. (There’s been much gnashing of teeth in the technical services department, I can assure you.)
Today was textbook Autumn (Fall.) As I crossed the Yarra by train this evening, there was a rising pink haze at the horizon, and although I didn’t actually see any, I imagined piles of dry leaves and smoke tendrils drifting lazily from chimney stacks. The autumn is lovely here, free from fear of a precipitous drop into a Midwest-style winter. It feels like Halloween, which means it’s a just a short step to Thanksgiving, then no time at all before the full-bore tilt into Christmas.
Except it’s not.
I miss those seasonally-appropriate holidays. I suggested to Isaac that we host a slap-up Thanksgiving in June this year, only to be met with horror. But it feels right, just as a roast and stuffing and pumpkin pie felt oh so wrong last November.
I’ve been wearing my False Entrelac scarf. By the time I finished it last year, I was over winter and her attendant knits, so I don’t think I even bothered to tell you I was done. I’d forgotten how soft this scarf is, and how much I like its pointy edge. And remember how freaked out I was about the mistake I made right at the very beginning? I haven’t thought about it once, except now, as I read back through that post and think, you thought that was a problem? Let me tell you about problems…..
(By the way, I don’t really look like that crazy person in the photo above. Similar, but far more normal-looking.)