Much as with Netflix marathons in my life before kids, I've recently found myself grabbing ropes of wool and saying, "Just one more handful and then I'll do the dishes." I think it's probably uneccessary to point out, but my house is a complete disaster right now. It's okay, though. I've just checked out "The Life Changing Art of Tidying Up" from the library for the fourth time and I really think it'll do the trick this time.Read More
Knitting keeps my hands busy and my heart happy and anxiety knitting yields some fast results. When my friend Amanda over at Geektastic Fibers asked me to test-knit a new colorway for her brand, I jumped at the opportunity. I first knit with Amanda's yarn over the winter holidays with one feverish session on a sockhead hat as we drove to a Christmas Market in Colmar, FranceRead More
Christmas, Yule, Solstice, however you refer to it, it's rushing towards us. As the buttons in our little advent calendar fill up the slots for each day, I'm beginning to do a little bit of panicking. This Waldorf doll I started in October for my soon-to-be-three-year-old is just barely nearing completion. She still needs a full outfit (though her sweater is on the needles and almost complete, so at least she will have a toasty torso).Read More
You read right, there will be a new baby to knit for next year! Just as I was excitedly picking out little sweater patterns (I bought this one) a cruel twist of fate caused my morning sickness to come in the form of an extreme aversion to yarn. What in the holy heck is up with that? Up until yesterday I didn't want to smell, see, or touch yarn of any kind. I have never heard of anything so odd or stupid. The overflowing baskets of wool that adorned every flat surface of my living room were hastily stashed in the farthest corners of my craft room and my many shawls were taken down from their hooks and folded neatly into the back of the closet. Instagram wasn't checked, woolly podcasts were avoided, and the only exposure to yarn that I could stomach was reading the Yarn Harlot's blog. I could barely think about knitting without experiencing a wave of nausea.
In a way, maybe that break was a good thing. I can sometimes get a little obsessive about things *ahem* and wool was sort of taking over the house...and my life. Creative outlets are a necessity for me and now that I'm a parent, they've become an even bigger key to my happiness...but creative outlets shouldn't cause stress. I was starting to feel stressed that I had so many projects on the go, stressed I wouldn't finish them before G outgrew them, stressed about getting a new blog post up, and stressed that this blog wasn't good enough. Things like exercise, cooking, drawing, and reading were taking a back seat to my yarn addiction and that wasn't making me happy. Over the past month I've been simplifying my life and my surroundings, and re-focusing on what is important to me. So far I love where it's taking me.
Enjoy your day!
My family and I went on a rather exciting trip last weekend up to The Netherlands. We saw the biggest tulips I've ever laid eyes on - many were taller than my toddler with blooms bigger than my hand! - a chilly North Sea beach, and more cyclists in one place than I could have imagined. Our trip was full of interesting sights like this Michael Jackson statue at a McDonald's in Best and a good deal of yarn bombing. Everything we saw was exciting, new, and memorable...especially on our trip to the yarn shop, Stephen + Penelope. First, let me advise you strongly against driving a car through Amsterdam. It's a bad idea. Oh, was that obvious to you? Well silly us thought we would save some of our precious time (we only had a little more than a day to see Holland) by driving into the city instead of taking the train for a little obligatory wool shopping. Time-saving was not what went down. Not only did it cost us 10 Euro to park for two hours, but we very nearly ended up at the bottom of a canal in a borrowed station wagon! Parallel parking a long car on a canal without a guardrail is mildly terrifying and I wasn't even the one driving. Eek! Once we parked it was time to meander through the picturesque bicycle-covered streets in search of Penelope Craft Shop. I may have squealed when I saw it. Sorry, not sorry. Even though the legendary Stephen West of West Knits wasn't there (he was in Germany! Ach, such luck that we would swap countries for the weekend) the shop was just wonderful. I got to see my first Madelinetosh in person (it's exquisite and vibrant and gorgeous) and meet the lovely lady behind A Pin A Day. Overall I was just happy to poke around in oh-so-much yarn and goodies. So what came home with me? I tried to be good but a few luxury skeins happened to hop into my basket. A skein of Madelinetosh, a skein of Malabrigo, four skeins of Icelandic Lett Lopi, some Wrapture wool wash, and two little patterns. Oh, and a shop bag! That one was suggested by Mr. Pickle who thought I had so many projects that another bag couldn't hurt. I love that man. Not many men I know would drive to Amsterdam, parallel park on a canal, and spend their only hour in the city at a yarn shop. That is love. I can't wait to show you what becomes of all these woolly goodies, but for now I have a pair of wool soakers with a deadline, and they're not going to knit themselves. Happy making!