Somebody Stop Me

Because I can’t seem to stop myself.

I was never a ‘joiner’ in High School. I was never part of a defined group. There were defined groups, don’t get me wrong, I just wasn’t ‘part’ of them. One day I’d wear my jean jacket (with the Led Zeppelin and AC/DC patches) and a button down shirt with Timberlands with my jeans tucked into my socks and the boots untied just-so and I’d be part of the ‘hoods’ or ‘the smokers’. Next day I’d wear my Izod shirt with the collar up, extra tight jeans tucked into my matching socks and my purple hight-top Reeboks and be a ‘prep’. Then, just to stir things up, I’d wear my bohemian skirt with a Boy George hat and be my own group.

Now, I seem to have an urge to sign up for every -along I stumble upon. Yesterday I was over at Karen’s signing up for her FO-along and my eyes fell upon a button for a show-your-stash-along. My fingers were doing the clicking and before I knew it I was over at Mama-E’s signing up and emailing her my very old stash photos (pre Rhinebeck) because I didn’t feel like dragging the stash out to take new pictures and didn’t have time before the deadline (okay and I didn’t want to drag it all out in front of RR – because what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him – or get me yelled at, for that matter). THEN, because I don’t have anything else to do this month, I signed up for the Eris Along. At least I own the pattern for that one – I just haven’t decided what yarn I’m going to use.

I think I’m trying to make up for lost time.