Here it is:
And lovingly (whatever) placed over a well-worn and much-appreciated sweater that I've used as a guideline:
I've said it before and I'll say it again: instarsia, me no likey. There are going to be approximately 1 gadgillion ends to weave in when I'm done. I'm debating doing it on an on-going basis, as I progress. Any thoughts, fellow instarsians? Good idea? Asking for trouble?
Also, my lack of progress may be due to some yard work we have undertaken. I've decided that chopping/stacking wood is much more fun to do in the Spring. Therefore, I have declared it a Spring Chore. Amen.
This photo was taken yesterday evening at about 6:00 pm, when I got home. Tonight, it is snowing. Sigh.
And, my garden! It LIVES!
Well, this was all pre-snowstorm, so it is will likely have taken a royal beating. Status report to follow, when weather allows.
Because I spent so much of last summer feeling crappy, I feel as though I lost a year. Do you know what I mean? I spent my weekends crouched in the bathroom (TMI, I know...sorry) and/or in bed, so it's really all just a blur. I remember renovating the bathroom. I remember my friends coming over for a visit. But I don't remember doing any decent gardening. I was eating very little (elimination diets are hell), so I wasn't able to embrace the bounty that is organic gardening 'round these parts.
This summer? This summer will be make-up time. I still don't feel 100%, but I'm starting to learn what works and what doesn't. This winter, I was tested out the wazoo (no seriously, they tested my wazoo) and the conclusion is that there is nothing "structurally" wrong with me. I have no tumours, no cysts, no inflammation, no lesions, nothing. Apart from the potential for endometriosis (which I've always suspected that I have), there is nothing there. So, that's good. But it also sucks. Because the only thing left is IBS. Which, coincidentally, I have dubbed "Irritating Bull Shit". If you have any experience with doctors and digestive ailments, you will understand what I mean. They've latched on to the IBS diagnosis and refuse to let go. If you so much as walk in there and tell them you have a stomach ache, their first and only guess is IBS. At least, that's how it is out here. And treatment? They have none. Live with it, they say. Up yours, I say.
So, I'm working with a naturopath and doing lots of reading. I've discovered that on top of being gluten-intolerant, I am also likely fructose- and FODMAP-intolerant. Good times. Meat and dairy? So far, so good (thank god, because seriously, I don't know if I can handle any more dietary restrictions...Universe, please do not interpret that as a dare, I beg you). But, things are looking up, friends. They are indeed looking up.
That bicycle of mine better get ready, because she and I have a hot date that is going to last 4 months.