When I started knitting a sweater for my recently departed (yes, he’s gone kids, not coming back, can someone please explain it to the cat, the cat misses his lap) partner, affectionately known as Doughman, I ignored "the curse". That’s superstitious crap, I told myself. Rubbish. Well ladies and gents, I’m living proof that it’s true.
No need for details here other than I’m 34 and single AGAIN. Hmmm think it’s time to be single for a while, enjoy my friends (who have been amazing and supportive and wonderful, you know who you are), my craft and blog. Remembering that I used to go to the movies and cafes a lot by myself when I was single and it’s funny once I’m partnered with someone I really enjoy just being at home, doing my thing. I remember the last time I was single being frenetic about being busy and out doing, I think I’m a different person now and more comfortable just being.