Obsessions

Those of you who know me well, and those of you who are coming to know me, realize that I am prey to temporary obsessions. I initially thought that knitting would be one of these obsessions, but it's a year and a half later, and I am still, well, obsessed. I'm not sure if it's knitting I'm obsessed with, or if I have a love affair with yarn. Mmmmm, yarn. And what I do with yarn behind closed doors must be illegal in all 50 states. But we won't discuss that.

I blame my latest obsession on the Yarn Harlot. Did you see her post on her trusty steed? Mmmm hmmmmm. Admittedly, I have been obsessing about a bicycle for several years, off and on. What I really want is the bicycle I had when I was about 12. It was a Columbia coaster bike, and it was blue, and I loved it. Yes, the 10 speed that replaced it was pretty cool, but that bike was special. I did find a cheap bike on E-bay a few years back, but it was old (really, really old), which made it very cool. Unfortunately, the chain didn't revolve smoothly, which made riding it like trying to haul 75 pounds of dead weight up the side of Mt. Everest. Not that I've ever done that, but you get the idea. So, naturally, there was very little riding of it happening, until finally I put it out to the side of the road, where I knew some enterprising person would snag it, fix it, and put it to good use. Which is what happened. But since reading Stephanie's post, I've been thinking (yes! alright! obsessing!) about a bicycle again. I envision myself riding it to work, stopping to pick up flowers and french bread on my way home. No, I don't live in France, and there is nowhere to stop for these things on my way home. (Why, yes, I DO have a rich and varied fantasy life, thank you!) But that is a mere bagatelle. With the proper bike, this fantasy can be mine. I'm kind of leaning towards a Schwinn. Because, you know, it's blue.

My other recent obsession involves a tattoo. It's not the first time I've obsessed over a tattoo. At the end of the first obsession, I abandoned the idea as not terribly practical in my life at the time. After, of course, drawing it meticulously, and coloring it. At some point in my delusional obsession that I am organized and practical (hahahahahahahahahahahaha, yes I do crack myself up), I disposed of the picture. So in my recent incarnation of the tattoo obsession, I won't be using that picture (especially since I can't seem to draw it again. What is up with that??). But it's just as well, since I've had an entirely different idea this time. I can't seem to draw that either. The renderings look like something produced by a two year old (no offense, Eli, but the results are not something I want permanently upon my body). It has occured to me to explain what I want to the tattoo ARTIST and allow them to draw it, which would be far more satisfactory all the way 'round. I've even found an artist whose portfolio indicates that they can do this sort of work - because naturally I don't want anything simple. No, no, I want an involved Celtic Knot. Of course, I do. So I just have to hie myself thither, and voila, I will have the tattoo of my dreams. We also won't discuss my phobia of needles. Did I mention that rich and varied (and delusional) fantasy life?

On the knitting front, the scarf is slowly coming along; the cape is driving me insane, but I have started the neck; and I have started my Secret Pal socks (that's what I'm calling them), and ripped them out, three times. But I get better with the cast-on each time. It's a good thing I'm stubborn, er, I mean persistent, as well as obsessed.