I’ve been toying with the idea of making more knitting patterns for sale. I do knit a lot, and I do enjoy making my own designs, so it seemed like a non-brainer. Plus, well I own enough yarn to sink a cargo ship.
Oh, but I’m so tired. Tired of hustling most of all. I am thinking of selling all my fabric and sewing machine to make room for things – like living – in this house that I already hate with a passion. Will I sell my yarn too? It could happen. Once I burn bridges they do tend to be raised to the ground. In fact, everything. I’m slowly letting go. Blogging is a dead medium. I have nothing really to blog about. I have nothing to sell. No life to share. No one I want to connect with. The only reason I carry on here is that the space it leaves, albeit small, isn’t filled by anything else. I’m sure once it is this space will die a quiet and painless death.
And all in all, who the hell really cares.
Not me most of all.