Ah. Um. Well. sigh.
Since emerging from the haze of morphine I have a deeper understanding of how St. Paul felt when the scales fell from his eyes. That week long ‘trip’ was surreal, nauseating and painful all thrown together. I could not be more thankful for Tramadol coming back into my life, making me feel human again. I can tolerate the pain when I know I’m on planet Earth.
Blah blah blah back pain blah blah sciatica blah blah blah. Done.
Now it wasn’t so long ago that I created a fresh, new and totally separatee space for knitting and baking. It’s me right down to a tea, bearing the obsession to neatly compartmentalise. when I get skittles, m&ms or smarties I tip them onto a table and categorise them by colour. Weird I know. It’s systematic gone wrong..
Back to my other space for knitting and baking. It was fresh and clean and I kinda loved it. But I’ve changed my mind. It’s not only a hassle juggling a number of blogs, but it’s uneccessary (sorry if I’ve misspelt that it’s always a right one with the double letters here and there). I can do this. I can weave everything together into a big messy ball and be ok with it.
Yeay for the clutter!
* added later:*
Ok I will be categorising each post into a set number of themes. There will be organisation within the choas. But just don’t tell anyone that.