So last post I had talked about how a gnome stole one of my knitting needles from literally under my nose, placed it down for a second and boom! It was gone.
Well, I sadly still haven’t been able to find it, but also my pillow case (my only pillow case) was taken as well. I pulled out my bedding from the dryer to unravel it so it could dry completely and evenly. I placed my pillow case on top of the dryer and stretched my arms upwards while holding onto an edge of one of my blankets to unravel it, if anything my pillow case would have fallen forward from where I had put it. But when I brought my arms back down to put the now straightened out sheet back into the dryer, my pillow case was gone.
Much like that one knitting needle I still haven’t found it.
Now a pillow case might seem like nothing, something easily replaced, and it is but I had plans of just completely buying new bedding. What I currently have is a cheap set from walmart or something and it’s just a lint and cat fur magnet.
But good news being I’ve found a temporary set up until I get that whole new bedding set, which hopefully I’ll be able to afford soon as this week I start work with Cirque Du Soleil! I’m not working with the actual circus, I’m not that lucky haha, but I’m working for the venue here in town. It’ll give me some kind of income while I figure out what to do next, I have a few plans for August, right now any of those three plans could happen.
I could go back to school, go on a mini vacation with a friend (if she ever speaks up and tells her friend that she doesn’t want to go to this wedding), or I go straight to working another random job.
Whatever I end up doing in August, these next few weeks of work with the circus is going to be fun, I’ll be honest I’ve never been to a show, but I’ll take the position I was hired for as a complement. I’m pretty sure the was mention that as a venue employee I might be able to see a show at some point. Either way, it’s going to be fun.
Yesterday I had planned to get a bit more work done on this one knitting project for a friend who kind of low-key commissioned it. I had been making some pretty decent progress on it the night before, and was planning on finishing this one section of it.
I went down to my room to get it and decided to bring up my dress form so I can get some kind of idea how it’s looking on a more female shaped body (meaning not on my super flat self). So I unraveled the working yarn off of the rolled up progress and needles, placed the empty needle beside me, and held up what I had against the dress form.
Once I had figured out how much more I needed to knit and add to the width I pushed the dress form off to the side and went to grab the other needle. But it was gone. It just flat out disappeared on me. I hadn’t gotten up from my spot, nor did I heard that classic sound of a metal needle hitting the ground. Mind you it is only a US size 5, but I should have still heard something. Out of habit I checked the creases of the couch, the gabs that lead to underneath it, on the side table. I even went as far as to check from where I picked up the knitting, my bed, along my stairs, and the floor from my door to the living room.
I’ve checked everywhere I could think it fell and then some less likely places it could have ended up. My house isn’t that big, nor do I really venture out of the three basic rooms I normally spend any bit of time in.
So either I’m just blind and the knitting needle is right there in plain view, or house gnomes have stolen it and are holding it for ransom. I do have a fair amount of cleaning that needs to get done so perhaps that’s what they’re waiting for, I can’t be for certain.
I’m trying to not have five projects on the go at once, I do that with books and it takes me forever to finish them, so I’m trying really hard to not just start something new while I look for that needle. Now I could always go out and buy a new pair of US size 5 needles, or even get a thing of circular needles which would probably help me out a lot especially for this project, but I’m trying to not get anymore…at least not until I have a proper storage system for them. At the moment they’re all in a tall mason jar.
I’m taking a break from home renos and working on stuff for the shop, knitting has been killing my hands lately and I need a new chair for my sewing table, to have a sort of study day. It’s been raining on and off all day so sadly I can’t quite go out and do this outside, but that’s not to bad, it wouldn’t have been to enjoyable if it was nice out since both my neighbours are home and they’re very noisy when they do their yard work. So really either way I would have been inside.
But at least with the rain I can open a couple windows and just listen to the rain fall while I spend today listening to documentaries about the fae folk or celtic shamanism while I read books on faerie craft, or druidry. It feels like it’s been a fairly good while since I’ve done this. I always have some kind of witchy book on me, but lately my bad books (the books I keep purely in my bag to read whenever I’m out and about) have been books on Everyday Witchcraft or Magical Housekeeping. Useful books without a doubt, but it’s been a while since I’ve read specifically books about my beliefs, like books about faeries, druidry, or celtic witchcraft.
This is the last day that I have the full house to myself, and you can bet I’ve been burning incense in every room of this place, I was suppose to have the place until saturday and I had all these things planned but since my alone time is cut down I can’t quite do what I had planned. I mean I can still do the spells and witchy shit I wanted to do, but it’s that I could have done any of this up in the kitchen. I’m a French guy from New Brunswick with an English grandmother, basically everything about me has history of people collecting in the kitchen. Mind you I’m pretty sure everyone with any and every kind of backgrounds gathers in kitchens, it’s kind of the one thing that everyone has in common I think.
But the simple fact that whenever I’m alone in the house, wether it be for the day or for a week, I tend hang out at the kitchen table, like not on the couch or anything but at the kitchen table. I can sit there for hours (no matter how uncomfortable the kitchen chairs are) and seem to actually get things done. Like I don’t even feel this productive at the table in my room.
At the moment I’ve got a couple incense sticks burning, some soup cooking on the stove, and a documentary about the Faery Faith in Ireland playing in the background. One cat is asleep on the cat tree and the other is passed out on one of the kitchen chairs. The rain has temporarily stopped but it’s still really windy and the sun is coming out.
Needless to say I feel really at peace right now and this is exactly what I needed.