angst-y

I've just realized (and I mean like two minutes ago) that the reason I might be so angry with everything I'm making is because they are keeping me from making something for myself. Not that I'm some greedy bitch wanting to just make things for myself. It's that I've been in a mode for like four months where everything I make is for someone else. The last thing I made for myself was the Boteh scarf, and I can barely remember that joy.

However, the baby afghan will be done in a matter of 36 hours, and the beret will be done soon after, so maybe before Hat Attack begins I can make something for myself. Because I need something to make me feel special like only the stuff I've made makes me feel. I need a new bag. I need time.

And for some reason in this post-shock mode, only David Bowie, Sunset Rubdown, and Swan Lake make any sense to me. Not to mention that "Life on Mars?" is a damn brilliant song.