Musing

Sometimes I sit around and try to figure out what the hell I was up to in my last life.

I feel like I’m inexplicably drawn to certain things in this life, and I can only surmise it’s something left over from my last one.

For some reason, I am intensely interested in the domestic arts. I’m talking cooking, cleaning, decorating… I’ve even picked up knitting with gusto.

Though my entire family crochets. Mom, sister, great-aunt… all crochet.

Here I am picking up a pair of knitting needles, making cable knitting my bitch, and finding comfort in all the knitting blogs all over the ‘net.

Where the hell did that come from? Seriously.

I do feel drawn to the WWII/1940’s era. I’m wondering if one of the things I did was knit socks for our troops or something.

One of my favorite war posters says, “Remember Pearl Harbor - Purl Harder!”

Fucking fantastic.

I think I may find some coupons for Borders and buy another knitting book or something.

Speaking of Borders and their “Borders Rewards Card” - I really wish that instead of 10% of my purchases into an account and giving me discounted shopping days they’d just give me points that I could then cash in for a bookshelf.

Wouldn’t that make a hell of a lot more sense? They could partner with Ikea or something - it would be fabulous.

Sometimes I have great ideas, and they’re just left to gather dust.