Blanket of Hope Pt. 2

I finally finished it! The Blanket about which the short story earlier was about!

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Obviously the story I wrote did not happen though it is what I wished for, but I still got a somewhat good reaction from my husband, Andrew. (He is not in tune with his emotions, but he is getting better!)

Red is his favourite colour, but the deeper shades towards crimson. Sadly the photo shows it as an apple red which it is not.

It is a simple basket weave stitch, and calls only for knit and purl stitches. I expanded it to make a baby blanket which put it at 150 stitches (though I messed up from the get go so it was only 149).
I used stitch markers to keep track of it, and put them at the 25 marker. Orange and teal were the colours of my markers, so I alternated them which helped me keep track of the pattern too. Thankfully, I did not make too many mistakes, and only had to reverse knit once (with my mother’s help).

I am hoping we get a chance at using it sooner rather than later, but it will happen when it is meant to.

P.S. Unsure if I will be posting anything tomorrow. I got my feedback for my book, and have scheduled a brainstorm session tomorrow. Some of the input will result in major changes to my book, but I do believe it will make it better!

August 2017

It was a big day
But in a little way.
The end of my two weeks
Which was less than bleak.
I left that job
Feeling more than just a glob.
Unsure of what lay ahead
Yet I was not filled with dread.
Instead I felt hope anew
My footsteps led me far and true.
I stumbled upon my purpose,
And it was time to get down to business.
 
I had had a dream,
Filled with danger and fun.
I told my husband, my mother,
And they were quite stunned.
It spun into an idea
A book written by me,
In which a girl named Vivian
Fought hard just to be free.
 
I am still on that adventure,
Editting, revising Vivian’s tale.
It consumed me through and through,
And I refuse to fail.

Tired

I am tired.

Tired of carrying the house’s chores.

My husband’s constant need for backrubs.

I am tired .

Tired of figuring out dinner night after night.

My dogs’ inane need to whine every morning.

I am tired.

Tired of feeling worthless, hung out to dry.

My siblings’ hateful gaze when I speak.

I am tired.

Tired of feeling alone, pulling myself up.

My inner mind’s dark, dark voice.

I am tired.

Tired of sleeping in, depressed.

My dream’s constant hold on me.

I am tired.

Tired of carrying everyone’s problems alongside my own.

My need to please all those around me.

I am tired.

Tired of throwing myself to the side.

My desire to put everyone else before me.

I am tired.

Why doesn’t anyone see that?

Why doesn’t anyone help?

Why doesn’t anyone lend a kind word?