Do you ever have one of those days where you don’t know if you’re depressed, bored or just have a bad case of PMS? And by PMS I mean “Poor Me Syndrome”? Where for no reason that you can tell, you feel sorry for yourself? My day was like that yesterday.
I finally figured out I was just bored. Me being bored makes no sense at all, because I’ve got plenty I can be doing. I can play games on my old computer now that I’ve finally got it all set up. I can learn how to properly use the settings on any one of my cameras. I can learn how to use the sewing machine that embroiders, the one who’s needle I’ve never even threaded. Or I can use my old sewing machine to make some clothes (I’ve got a cedar chest full of yards and yards of fabric and patterns I’ve never even cut out). I can bead. I can straighten out my jewelry drawer (where I just toss my Disney bags with new pins, just toss my necklaces, earrings or watches, so bad now I can hardly even get it open, I need to wear reading glasses and use a flashlight to find anything in that drawer). Or I can start crocheting again. Lord knows I’ve got enough yarn to last me for decades.
I decided to crochet. I pulled down a storage container that had some sort of cover started. I thought it was supposed to be for the loveseat, but it’s too small for that, it must be for the recliner. I sat in my corner of the sofa and started crocheting. It was if I’d never stopped.
And Richie lay next to me. And Richie showed me his belly. And I got a picture of it. I was very glad he didn’t grab for the yarn.
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