So that's stopped me knitting, certainly on the Very Warm Shetland Wool cardigan. I did a few desultory chains on the Totally Kitsch Crochet Blanket the other day, but I could tell my heart wasn't in it.
And it turns you do have to concentrate on the very involved language and excellent swearing in Deadwood (my current DVD of choice) to have any idea of what's going on - usually some throat cutting, drinking, whoring and laudanum/guilt induced angst. It's very distracting. That and the need to join in with the on-screen whisky drinking.
I even got out the strange but lovely scarf, as despite it's strangeness it is a) smallish b) quite easy once you get going. But then I also found a good online bass guitar course (like teachers of same, like hens teeth!) and I've had this Ibanez since February, so I really need to get going (isn't it lovely?):
|Drum kit, I must point out, belongs to small boy|
So far I've discovered my left hand isn't as large as I thought, but I have a pretty good sense of rhythm (even if I find it hard to spell). It's hard, but is anything worth doing that isn't a bit hard...? As I am at the - let's be honest - slightly dull stage of learning to play a thing with strings, I've also been melodeoning a bit more than usual, to help it along.
I'm also blaming Bruce Springsteen, who we went to see on June 20th in Coventry (we like a glamourous venue).
|My ticket. I don't usually keep them.|
|Some way to go... I know|
I don't know why I get a bit obsessed like this about things *eyes giant dune of yarn and fleece, 2 bass guitars, 4 melodeons, huge CD collection* but I suppose it's better than being disinterested. Which is why this initially reluctant cycle commuter is now facing the prospect of an 80+ mile bike ride to Glastonbury on August Bank Holiday...I should probably train a bit.
And when the temperature drops, I'll start back on the knitting. I hope I've written stuff down...