Those Unrelenting Buzzards

Those thoughts that swirl. There are days when I just beg for them to come to me and then, all of a sudden, they swirl around my head and tap at me like crows do and drive me bonkers.

I understand that crows mate for life. And when their partner dies or gets lost (I doubt they get lost, geez, they certainly know where our house is) they mourn the rest of their lives.

For me, ideas are that way. I am in love with ideas. I want them to swirl and be there forever and then, all of a sudden, they sit on me and I can hardly make sense out of anything. It's like I'm in the center of a cyclone. Everything is swirling about and I'm stuck there in the middle with no oxygen. But, when they are gone--and they most certainly do leave for months at a time--I mourn. The ideas can weigh me down but they also give me life.

I guess that is creativity, or whatever else you want to call it. Unrelenting buzzard-ideas, perhaps. They give you life but they also suck the life out of you at the same time.

This weekend, I decided that I would study the slipped stitch and turn slip-stitch patterns to in the round. This is my new favorite idea.

BTW: There is a reason behind my dramatic hair. HWWV and I were taking zombie photos. I promise I'll show you mine when it is done. He tells me that I look like a real good zombie. But, you probably already know that.