how to get rid of a funk
2009
Some mornings, you think you are going to have *this* kind of day, but in fact it quickly turns into *this* kind of day, and before you know it, you are trying to rescue the day … without much success.
So you eat a cocoa and cranberry cookie, and then another one because the first one didn’t help. The second didn’t either, so then you have a banana and a cup of tea because you don’t want to add ridiculous over-eating to the funky day.
So you think you might start a new project that’s been buzzing around your mind for a few months – you take out the fabric and supplies, start dreaming, start planning, start cutting … and you only have about 20 cm of vliesofix instead of the couple of metres you need. Bummer. You could go to the shops, but you’ve already opened the kitchen windows and it would be a waste to close them again.
So you have another cookie and wonder if it’s too early for lunch.
You think about the piles of projects that surround you and none of them seem like a good idea. So you ignore them all and think perhaps you’ll read the archives of one of your favourite blogs – but that only makes you petulant because she’s being creative and you’re not. ’Cause you’re in a funk, remember.
So you ring your best friend to tell her about your funk – but she’s at the dog park – huh! So you ring your husband – probably less sympathetic but at least he hasn’t heard this morning’s calamity yet – but he’s in a meeting – huh! You cannot ring your mum, because she’s already listened to you for half an hour.
So, as you’re aimlessly wandering about the house, you spy the first tiny quilt of your quilted triptych. Y … e … a … h. Maybe you could play with number 2. That could be okay. So you find the fabric and settle down to some hand stitching with your favourite-ever cream crochet thread and the texture that appears under your fingers is comforting – and slightly de-funking.
Then, your best friend rings – she must have sensed the funk in the message you didn’t leave on her answering machine and asks if you would like her to come over for some de-funking. Yes please. Then you remember, you haven’t made the bed, taken out the rubbish, put on the laundry, swept the front porch, brought up yesterday’s laundry, taken down the recycling, or cleaned your teeth. Oh my goodness. You have a marvellous burst of energy – solely fuelled by the knowledge that the dearest friend you’ve ever had will be here in less than an hour.
She rings the doorbell as you are hurling the pillows back on the bed. And do you know what? Even though she stays for an hour and listens so attentively and compassionately, you don’t even talk about the funky calamity for more than a few minutes. It’s over. It’s in the past. It’s so ridiculously trivial and really the problem of other people’s unhappy lives – not yours. You talk about crafting and children and friends and things you’d love to do together in the next few weeks, and the wonderfully exciting thing that’s happening tomorrow that you’ve been waiting for all your life … well, at least the last few weeks :-)
You offer her a cocoa and cranberry cookie – sharing them makes them so much more satisfying – she goes home, you sit down and finish the second tiny quilt and give heartfelt thanks that you are worthy of such a lovely friend.
And of course, you’re very grateful that funk left. It just wasn’t welcome.
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I’m glad the funk is gone. Your tiny quilts are gorgeous!! I can’t wait to find out what’s happening tomorrow!
I know ‘this’ kind of day too! A good walk always helps me – either that or a soppy movie and a bar of chocolate!
I love your little quilts !
The triptych is progressing so prettily! I know all about your funk. I feel like I am slowly waking up from a long funk myself. It’s very pleasant, noticing all the nice things in life.
Thank goodness for best friends! I am so glad your day was de-funked! I am in a funk too….maybe I need to not leave a message on my best friends machine too???
Your mini quilts are beautiful :)
Such friends are “once in a lifetime”. Glad that you have a best bud.
Beautiful mini quilts and I love how you tell your story — how wonderful it is to have such a good friend!
We all have days like that, glad yours is fixed !
Those wee quilts are a delight .
Oh, I know those days well!!! I’m so glad it was de-funked by the end of it!!!
I’m so pleased to read that friends are such a cure all.
Funky knitting, your work is awesome. Which fiber you using for this?
RITA
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