transpao

I wonder what it means when dreams quit talking in symbols and start laying it out straight. For some reason... perhaps the dreams themselves...I have a suspicion that it cannot possibly be a good thing.

I woke up today with sore arms and legs. I hope that this is from the shopping and crochet I did yesterday and not from the epic chase I gave last night in my dream.

I'm still fighting off this cold... bleh. Though the fever seems to have gone though I haven't been checking or anything. I'm hoping I'm on the downhill side as will I should be after being ill for a full week straight.

I'm working on an anarchy toboggan right now...

Pattern (and the above photo) can be found in "the happy hooker." I must say that crocheting a hat is by far much more work than loom knitting them, though the gauge is smaller and I can be more creative crocheting them.

Sometimes it seems like my dream of having my own ecovillage isn't that far off. I like it when it feels like that, because most of the time it feels damn near impossible. I know I'm crazy but I can't help dreaming of the day when I can spend the spring and summer tending the land, fall preserving the harvest, and winter crocheting, sewing and knitting by the fire. Sometimes I even go deeper into fantasy land and think perhaps I'll even have a partner to share it all with.