Let me tell you about my weekend…

Sunday, April 20th, 2014 | blah blah blah, Friday Night Knitting, UGH! | 2 Comments

Usually I don’t get into anything too serious here on the blog. I’m not exactly one who likes to talk about my feelings and such, but this time I figured I would make an exception.

Over the past few years, I have gone though quite a lot of personal stuff that has tested me in many ways. From my previous job, over a year of dealing with unemployment, to issues with people that I once considered dear friends, it was a lot to go through. For the most part, I dealt with it silently.

Last year, I found a job. I did it on my own without calling in any favors to friends, which can be a difficult thing in the industry I work in. I did it because I felt incredibly undeserving of anyone’s help and because I felt I had a lot to prove.

My current job is really great. It’s a wonderful place to work and I have learned so much in the past 7 months. The people I work with are quirky and creative and genuine. I really lucked out.

Which brings me to last Thursday…

I was at work and having a really great day. I was planning on walking home to have lunch alone, but decided to walk to lunch with my coworkers. That afternoon, I was chatting with a colleague about how I was feeling to be there and how I hoped that after our project was done, I could be moved onto something new so I could stay. She complimented me on my work…and for the first time in a really long time, I felt I was exactly where I needed to be. I thought about hopping on twitter and tweeting from the rooftops how awesome everything was…but I’ve been a quiet and contemplative person these days, so I decided that I would enjoy the moment myself.

I left work and went to pick up my kids. We all talked about our day and everything was pretty normal…until we got home.

We came upstairs to our place and I went to stick the key in the door when I noticed that something didn’t seem right. Did I not lock the door that morning? I wasn’t sure (despite knowing that I usually check it multiple times). I opened the door and walked in. I dropped my bag in the middle of the living room floor, right in front of the entrance to our hallway. The kids were standing there with me, when my daughter looked down the hallway and noticed something.

“Mommy, I think someone is in the house.”

This is pretty much where everything becomes a blur. It’s the only reason I have for not thinking straight and doing what I should have done first… which was to get us the hell out right then and there.

I know there was a call to 911, and my saying I wasn’t sure if someone was still there. There was me, getting the kids from the corner of the dining room, which was where they thought to hide for safety, to the hallway. At one point, I dug for my pepper spray and walked further in because I just wasn’t sure if I had left the lights on or the armoire, where I keep my stash, open. As soon as I noticed something was missing, I realized it was all very real.

We banged on neighbors doors and the lady that lives across the hall came out and tried calming down the kids with muffins. Finally, my brother-in-law came out and took the kids into his place while I waited for my husband and the police to arrive.


Forensics lesson…

They showed up, they walked through, we looked around to see what was missing. They were in my stash, but it doesn’t look like they were interested in any of my yarn or fiber. The forensics person showed up to take fingerprints. I think it all took a few hours. The entire time I felt sick. Who the hell would do this? I went from disbelief, to fear, to anger and back.

Let me give you the bright side of the story…

First and foremost, we are safe. I had been coming home for lunch during the week, and had decided not to that day. Who knows what would have happened if I had come home and found someone in our place?

They didn’t take much that couldn’t be replaced. It’s just stuff.

So, while I spent all day Friday making phone calls, I also received many messages from friends checking to make sure that we were okay. I even heard from people I haven’t talked to in a very long time. I am touched and incredibly grateful.

I had Friday Night Knitting at my place. I didn’t feel comfortable going out and my friends coming over was a really good distraction. I got a lot of knitting done, but I have a lot more left to go.


38″…25″ more to go…

Of course, there is more knitting stuff to share…but this is a long enough post already!

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I broke it.

Thursday, January 30th, 2014 | blah blah blah, Mishaps, Repair Job, UGH! | No Comments

My trusty knitting/work bag. Sigh…

So…is it admitting some sort of sewing defeat if I take this bag to have the zipper repaired? I kinda feel like it is.

The short story is that this is my favorite bag. I bought it two years ago at Stitches from a lady who stopped making these bags to pursue making dog beds. I was a dummy and I overpacked it and pulled really hard and broke the zipper right off. I should have to repair this just to teach myself a lesson to not carry so much stuff all the time (as if the knots in my shoulders and neck and a scolding from a chiropractor weren’t enough). The problem is that I have been seriously busy….and when I went to JoAnn’s, I found they don’t carry just the pull. I mean, I know I messed up here, but I don’t need to replace the *whole* zipper.

Right now it is just sitting there….all sad and unused. Ugh.


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