Black Monday

I actually had a cheerier, more straightforward (less whiney) entry planned (and executed earlier) today, showing just my progress on Whale Hunting. But I'm bummed about going back to work, and it all crystalized when I was going through my closet to check my wardrobe's readiness for the week ahead. The fact is, all those black pants hanging in a nice neat row depressed the heck out of me. They're perfectly nice pants, and are made of a variety of fabrics and in different styles: crepe, or with a slight stretch, with pockets or without, small pleats or gentle drape, slightly flared or stick-straight, cuffed or plain. I wear them with silk short-sleeve sweaters in the summer, long sleeves in the winter, and throw on one of the jackets I keep in my closet at work when clients are afoot. All of Washington dresses in black it seems, particularly in white shoe law firms, and it makes sense. But I'm tired of black, tired of my job and mostly, tired of DC.

There are only two things to be done short term (longer term is the accounting degree I'm working on and some chats with BF about finding some other part of the country to live and work): eat some licorice piglets (I bought them for my rabbit really, but he prefers Good n Plenties for some reason) and stitch the evening away.

Anyway, here's Whale Hunting. Spending time around some of Massachusetts' seaports (Fairhaven, New Bedford, Plymouth) this week fed my enthusiasm for this design even more, and I got a decent amount done while I was away but almost nothing on my other projects. I'm enjoying it so much, though, that I don't think I'll pick up any of my other loose "rotation" for a bit, so I hope this isn't too boring.