Sunflowers

March 17, 2009 at 4:33 am (Crocheting, Shenanigans, Sleep Remedy) (, , , , , )

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS THROW I MADE FOR MY SISTER-IN-LAW!

Okay, technically, I finished it in December,  and it got ruined, and I had to un-sew it and fix it, and…yeah it took me a while.

I will post a pattern when I find the notebook I wrote it down in. It’s lovely!

Sunflower throw coner view

Sunflower throw, corner view

A very poor, cell phone picture of the corner. I took this right before I sewed the whole thing together again.
But even in the poor quality, you can see the loveliness.

It’s 35 sunflower squares (5 by 7, 18 golden, 17 cornflower yellow, in an every-other pattern.) 24 large lace squares (coffee brown.) and 20 small lace squares (two different greens, because I ran out of the one. I forget the name of both, but all yarn was Red Heart.)

Also, making a Leprechaun for my adorable Nephew! Also, planning to make Irish Potatoes.

Also…Zolpidem makes you hallucinate! Wow. Normally, I wouldn’t take it. But I’ve been up since…Saturday afternoon? Whoo! Awful. Losing my mind.

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Hello

March 2, 2009 at 10:02 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

There is something to be said of the inability to sleep.

At first, it is irritating. You toss and turn in the dark, tangling sheets, becoming aware of the quiet shuffling of the night–the tick of the clock, the sound of cars passing in the distance. You try teas, and herbal supplements; chamomile, Valerian root. You try over-the-counter sleep aids: tiny blue pills that do little more than suppress the headache that has been slowly, but constantly, building in your brain. You cut caffeine out of your diet, try to relieve stress, exercise. You might even take prescription sleep aids, only to find that the one night you refrain, you cannot sleep. You try all of these remedies, all for five hours a sleep a night, if you’re lucky.

Eventually, you give in to the lull of prescriptions, letting the tiny white pill become a nightly routine after brushing your teeth and setting your alarm clock. You get used to bizarre blurriness of the waking world, the fog that settles on your brain, and never quite leaves.

Or you don’t. Maybe you decide to stay awake. What’s the worst that could happen? A Fight Club-esqu break in your psyche?

I tried all the remedies, none of which was very effective. I still have a full prescription of sleeping pills hiding out in my vanity drawer, and maybe someday I’ll act responsibly, and take them again.

Maybe not.

For now, though, those 18 to 20 hours that I am usually awake (sometimes more, but those days are less common, and more disconcerting) I decided to utilize. I crochet, mostly. Stuffed animals, blankets, hats…sometimes other things, and rarely with a pattern, or a purpose. When I’m not crocheting, I read, bake or cook, and write. I’m almost always online.

At the next available chance, I will post all the things I’ve made thus far (and still have) to give an example. I will post recipes, and patterns (if I have one.)

There’s something to be said of the inability to sleep. At least, something useful (and occasionally yummy, or adorable) can be made of it.

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