Back a few years ago, the way I handled stress was typically with a pack of Marlboro lights and a medium regular from Dunkies. However horribly unhealthy it was, let me tell you, it worked wonders.
Then I quit smoking, and when I got stressed out I went for a run. That lasted a few months, until winter came. Icy cold weather and slush filled sidewalks do not make for good running conditions, and suffice it to say that when the flowers began blooming again, my running did not.
I've been struggling with my mechanisms to cope with stress, and I was digging through my stash yesterday and I realized that I now compulsively buy sock yarn as a means to mitigate stress. My little treat to get me through, much like a butt and a cup of coffee used to be.
All purchased over the past few weeks.
The Lornas Laces was the elope-crisis yarn, purchased as Eric was running the idea past his parents (I went out for a ride while he made the call).
The Koigu was car-purchasing stress.
The gorgeous hot pink stuff was purchased on the way home from my first series of bank meetings my first week working with my father.
The artyarns was in Chicago last weekend. Not so much stress yarn as straight up treat yarn. But still.
This weekend Eric's in Vegas for a bachelor party for whom he is a groomsman. I'm in the middle of a WHOLE ENTIRE WEEKEND by myself. I've been doing this:
The only thing that has kept me from casting more socks on is a tragic lack of small sized needles. Circles opens at noon, and guess who's going to be waiting right outside.
In the meantime, I've been knitting and knitting and knitting on Hourglass and watching Harry Potter movies. Today, I have Braveheart lined up for when I get back from Circles.
All in all, it's been glorious. (and much-needed :)