There is a famous Zen koan that has at its heart the phrase, "Everyday is a good day."
Yesterday, not so much.
As I struggled to find some ground to stand on, I felt the need for a stronger balm than what crocheting pink acrylic yarn could offer me. I know, crazy talk, right?
But you see, I was sorely tempted away from the pink acrylic by this:
Handspun yarn from Widdershin Woolworks. I should say, handspun yarn from Widdershins that was on sale. Sale yarn!
Oh, and also this.
It makes a girl want to throw the pink acrylic in the bay and never look back. But that wouldn't be very fair to the fish.
I fondled the yarn, dreamed up projects, considered which fleece I would spin first, how I might spin it, and which wheel I would use. Then I took it outside and photographed it and admired how it looked in the afternoon sun.
Alas, I realized that if I started on a healing project of beautiful wool, I would not want to put it down. Even from the depths of hurt and anger, I knew that my little holiday of self-pity could only be allowed to last 24 hours. Also that the rabbit hole that is Widdershins is most definitely not a 24-hour affair.
More sensible minds prevailed. That is to say, I gave my darlings a little squeeze and gently put them back in the basket.
Maybe today I will finish with the pink. Because, you know, everyday is a good day.