I don’t know what it is, but lately I’ve been feeling… boring. Not bored (after all, I knit, so I’m never bored), but actually boring. I feel like when people ask what’s new with me, I don’t have anything to report- I’m making apple butter, I’m knitting something, and I go to work Monday through Friday, and take it easy on the weekend. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I used to think that as long as someone was interested in things and the world around them, they would be interesting naturally. But lately I’ve been feeling like maybe I’m not actively engaging the world enough- I’ve settled into the delightful coziness of married life, and I find that now I have a bunch of TV shows I regularly watch, which is great for knitting, and I’m reading lots of books…. but where is the zing? Where are the heady adventures of big city living when you’re child-free, mortgage-free, and wanting to live it up until the mortgage and children come along?? I’ll admit that part of the reason I feel this way is because I have a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks, and then shortly after that, the new year ticks over into a brand new decade… I guess I feel like taking stock. And although I am very lucky in lots of ways, and really happy with my family, friends, and husband, I feel like I’m the one who is lacking. I’m craving adventure, new experiences, getting out there and doing… something. I just wish I knew what.
Anyways. Oh look, I knitted a camel:
(I’m sorry for the yellowy photos, my living room is pretty dark with the exception of a couple incandescent light bulbs- hence the yellow glow!)
I agreed to knit a couple of animals for my father in law’s knitted nativity (which is in his church in Flax Burton, UK), and then didn’t give myself enough time to start on them, and figured I could bang out a couple of knitted animals in no time (oh who was I fooling?? Camels are complicated!!). So, I’ll only be sending this little guy over to the UK this season, and maybe a donkey to follow next year. I heavily improvised a pattern to create a camel about 9″ in height, which I hope works out well for the rest of the nativity (which I’ve never seen!). Fingers crossed! Here he is having some adventures around the apartment, while I tried to get a couple of good shots:
For all my fear that he would look deformed, he’s actually pretty cute.
I’m pretty pleased, all things considered. I maybe wish he were a bit
taller, but let’s not tell him that. Wouldn’t want to give the camel a