It's a Syndrome

I have decided I am suffering from Post-Project Depression.

Unlike postpartum depression, this does not involve hormones. (At my advanced age, anything hormonally involved is highly unlikely, but that's a rant for another day.) This is the letdown after completing a project.

Ever since I finished Ann Kemp, I've been picking things up and putting them down without threading a needle or poking a needle into anything. Nothing seemed to scratch that particular itch. 

It's not like I have nothing to stitch. I have lots of things to stitch. I suffer from SABLE (stash acquisition beyond life expectancy) worse than most. But nothing called to me. 

I finally decided that this is ridiculous--I had just been thinking last week that I need to stitch more, not less, to make a dent in my stash--and it didn't make any difference what I stitch, as long as I stitch on something. So, I pulled out the Queen sampler and finished the band I had been working on.

I wish to say right now that this is my least favorite band. I don't care for the combination of colors and I really don't like the stitch Darlene used to fill the flowers. And I have to do it again on the other side of the next big band. But it's done and now I feel like stitching again. At least it jump-started the desire.

So NOW the problem is deciding which project I really want to work on.

It's a better problem to have.

*****

Dearly Beloved took offense at my comments in my last post, especially the one about it takes him only 2.5 seconds to get to sleep. He mentioned that he also has to:

• take off his glasses
• remove his hearing aids and plug them into the charger
• put on his C-PAP mask
• strap on the braces he wears at night for carpal tunnel

Hence, I stand corrected. It takes him 10 seconds to get to bed and go completely and totally asleep.

I still find that infuriating.