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I have to admit, I’m feeling a wee bit stuck. I don’t have a creative outlet right now, other than cooking. In that department, I check on my sourdough starter every couple hours, even though I know it’s not going to be ready for bread-baking until next week at the earliest.
A few nights ago, I spent an embarrassingly long time online trying to find interesting, tasteful cross stitch patterns (to no avail, except for one etsy shop—seriously, only one was not knick-knacky).
I have it in my head that I can learn to play the hammered dulcimer well enough to play Christmas carols for a crowd and/or at weddings.
No available cross stitch supplies and certainly no dulcimer. Ingredients for tabbouleh, but no desire to sit and chop parsley.
I do not like it when Ellary comes along and scribbles on the Dora page I am coloring with her new crayons.
So here I sit complaining, not sure what to do. I guess I’ll stare at my Christmas cactus, finally blooming and becoming beautiful again. I am green with envy.
