31 January 2011

chop chop choppy time

I'm going to be getting my hair chopped off. 
I have it narrowed down to three choices. 
Unfortunately, I think my hair is thicker than both Michelle's and Shannyn's.
But gosh darn it, that's what I want!

03 January 2011

ta da!!

Now this accomplishment may not be a big deal to some, but to me it's huge. I finished a project that ended up taking two years, ten months and 24 days. I finished it. FINISHED IT! Do you understand?

I started this babette blanket in February 2008 with a bag of yarn and a dream. A thought. An aspiration to make something substantial. And though it has been taken up and put down more times than I can count, by gum, I've shown this Babette who it was dealing with.

The weather conspired. (Have you ever tried to crochet a nice heavy afghan in the middle of a humid Houston summer?) So I had to take multiple months-long breaks. And then tragedy struck more than once. For example, with only two more yarn ends to sew in before the triumph of completion I realized that at some point I had snipped a strand in the middle of one of the squares and it was trying its best to covertly unravel itself. No need to fear, I knotted that traitor back up. But it was similar circumstances that tried to hold me back. I was not held down for ever, though. Not this time, baby. Oh no. You are the beginning of a new trend. Oh yes. I've got plans:

Nothing will ever go undone again. Ever. I will finish it ALL.

Okay, I might be getting swept up in the superlative moment, but I'm so proud of myself for actually finishing this thing that it's downright shameful. Sorry. But if you really know me, you understand and will even forgive me. I've got to revel in it while it lasts. Who knows when the next triumph of self-discipline and pure unadulterated will power will rear its glorious head?

So you might be asking, "What lesson can I glean from this tale of overcoming triumph?" Only this: If I can finish an entire afghan and have it not end up wadded into a ball in the back of some forgotten cupboard only to be found 50 years later when relatives are cleaning out the estate of their dearly departed Tricia, anyone can finish anything. And that's the God-honest truth.