I seem to have lost all zest for life. Well, not really, but I can feel January weighing on me like the frozen foggy miasma it generally is. Last year I got to spend part of January in Hawaii, so I spent a little over a week escaping this gray, damp, penetrating cold. It can wear on you and, when you’re already in a bit of quilting burn-out, it can get depressing. I have to admit that I’ve been escaping by playing hooky. I go for walks with the dog . . . yes, I know, that seems strange, because I have to go out into that frozen gray cloud to do it, and by going to the movies with friends. That can always add a bit of cheer to any day. Next up is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. From the trailers I’ve seen, I think it may help to lift those January blues.
I have been doing some quilting. I know most of you who come here to read about that have been wondering when I’ll get back to it again. It’s been on-going, but I’ve had nothing really notable to share with you. That may be another part of the doldrums. Quilts with hugely waving borders, saggy middles that resemble craters from badly done bias piecing, mitered corners that should probably never have been attempted. I think I need to get back to piecing some of my own things. I’m very good, and if I were to have some of my own things to quilt, it would, no doubt make me happier.
The good news is, the days are getting so much longer. The sun is up before eight and goes down after five, so we have more than nine hours of daylight. I will dream of spring and summer coming, to the days so full of light and time to accomplish all the things that won’t fit into days of darkness.
In the meanwhile, can someone hook up a large fan and blow the fog out of this valley? I’d really appreciate it.