Shell lace interrupting my day like nobody’s business. I am mostly a pattern collector – meaning I fall in love hard, buy the pattern quick, stick it on the back burner so I can finish what’s currently on my needles, and then maybe or maybe not come back to it later, but every once in a while I see a pattern drop and I’m like ..yeah, let’s go..
Using scrappy bits from other things in a weird color palette that I wasn’t too sure of, but actually ended up being pretty accurately me. It’s snowing, we’re making bean & tater soup, life’s alright. ♡
Just a palm sized sweater with a petite corsage on top.
I can get 3 little cardigans from a single 25g ball of fingering weight wool.
There’s a burrow at the base of the hops arbor, it’s where we leave the rubbery radishes.
It’s been extra warm and we have been under an air quality warning for the past few days due to the Canadian wildfires, so keeping indoors with the ac on ..not that I would have been out romping around anyways, we all know how much I love mellow days at home, tucked away in my studio or on my lazy end of the couch. The pandemic is still fucking terrible too, no matter how much we are pushed to think and behave like it isn’t. I could go on and on about the anger, embarrassment, sadness, and frustration I feel for all the misinformation and ignorance whirling around, I just wish people could see it in my still masked vaccinated face. Ugh. Trying to find little bits of happiness, clarity, peace (whatever you want to call that inner calm/relaxed feeling) wherever I can lately, and sometimes that looks like a tiny sweater for a tiny bunny and sometimes it looks like nothing special, just being.
Have you ever had something you really wanted to do, but then for some reason the mood shifts and it gets moved to the side or abandoned completely? I have that happen all the time with my making, I’ll have an idea, daydream about it (plan what materials to use & how cute it’s gonna be), draw out the details, gather supplies, and then not actually start it. Sometimes it’s because of other obligations, or other projects, but sometimes there’s no reason at all. I’m trying to be sweeter to my creative heart when the excitement fades and appreciate the happiness the planning brought me. Letting myself move along, maybe coming back to it later, maybe not. I tell my inner attitude it’s not time wasted, it’s not lazy, it’s exploration, it’s helping me be better prepared for it, when I’m ready for it.
It happens with my knitting too. I’ve had this pattern for a while (Ok, I just looked, I purchased it in 2016!) and over that time I’ve thought about this shawl a lot, and each time it bubbles back up to the top, I get a smidge closer to actually starting it, I can’t exactly put my finger on why I haven’t cast on yet, but choosing not to force it, will make it all the more enjoyable when I do.
Other times it’s the opposite, when an idea goes from a random thought on a Wednesday to a fully formed thing by Friday.
I wanted a shirt, so I made a shirt. I found some sheer cotton lawn fabric, drafted out a simple boxy top pattern and got to it. Revised a few iffy bits and version 2 is already on the cutting table.
(💕 Sewing beautiful things for my body out of weird stash fabrics because I can. It took ages to learn I was perfect the whole time, and it was society and fast fashion that had the size problem.)
Giving myself room to develop ideas, a place to start or come back to without any set expectations, allowing mistakes, changing directions, taking notes along the way, remembering productivity doesn’t have to mean physical production.
(💕 Making the slow moving glitter shakers of my childhood took way more time and effort than I thought it would, but Lex is an enthusiastic and calm craft companion and when I would start to get rumpled, she’d say or do something cute and snap me back. The trade off is, she’s messy as shit, So Much Glitter Face!)
Unexpected magical things just happen when you give something room to grow.