“Get a Hold of Yourself!”

My colorful to-do list.

One of my favorite bloggers is Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, better known as the Yarn Harlot. As her name suggests, she writes primarily about knitting – though you might be surprised at how often knitting can end up being  a metaphor for life. Her post yesterday, however, was an observation about parenting, learning how to give kids clear directions – and how sometimes, grown ups need their own set of instructions.

Take a moment and go give it a read. I’ll wait. (The rest of this makes more sense if you’ve read it.)

This post couldn’t have come at a better time for me. Since I got back from vacation, I’ve been feeling very scattered, both at home and at work. I’ve done a little of this, and some of that, and a bit more over here… but nothing seemed to be getting accomplished. I was getting frustrated, and saying what would be my equivalent of GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF” – which is basically, “Girl, you have got to get your shit together!”

Stephanie’s post reminded me: I need clearer instructions than that. Because I’d read it at lunchtime, I had the afternoon to  gather my emails and the scraps of meeting notes and make a list – and today I started crossing things off. I’ll be making a list for my home projects tomorrow and hope to get a few things crossed off before the end of the weekend.

Give yourself – and others – clear instructions. Make lists. Why is this so hard to remember?

What It’s Meant to Be

About five years ago, I bought a skein of yarn that I really liked. It was from Neighborhood Fiber Co., a then DC-based outfit (now up in Baltimore), where all the yarn colorways were named after different neighborhoods in DC. My skein was called Brightwood, and looked like this:

What It's Meant to Be

Well, not quite like that – the flash on my old camera was a little much; the blue is not quite that electric.

Anyway… I bought the yarn thinking it would make a nice pair of plain socks. I was wrong.

What It's Meant to Be

The colors pooled horribly and it looked so bad that I never knit the second sock.

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