Guys, I really didn’t expect to be gone for this long!
Here’s the thing. My life is totally in disarray right now. Greg just moved (across town, but it was just the two of us moving his whole apartment.) I’m also about to move, I’ve been training my new minion at work, (in the extra time that I don’t have) and I’m trying to figure a schedule for the next month and a half that isn’t completely insane. All this adds up to lots and lots of stress. Piles of it. And when I get stressed, I tend to hibernate. I am an introvert, and I need lots of alone time to process my stress. I also don’t like to spread it around. I know that sometimes it’s good to get a little help from one’s friends at a time like this, but honestly all of my friends are just as stressed out as I am right now. (several of them are still in school, and it’s finals time.) I also feel bad dumping my problems on other people, when I have great coping strategies. To wit, knitting and spinning! There has been a lot of both.
Some people ask me occasionally why I am so obsessed with knitting. I always explain it like this, and it actually seems to help non-fibery people understand why the fiber arts are so important. It’s like this. Everyone has stress, and everyone has ways of dealing with it. I am an EXTREMELY high stress person. Always have been. In order to keep my levels of stress from being crippling, I became a maker. I knit and spin, sew, do random projects that have nothing to do with those crafts, I embroider, and I write. The reason that I do all of those things is that I can take my stress, dissipate it, and convert my stress into a beautiful and unique thing. It’s like magic! Because of knitting and spinning, I’m a much happier and better adjusted person. I just wish that I had done both in college, because I think I would have had a much nicer experience.
All that being said, because of my high stress levels lately, I have knit a lot, (though it’s been mostly of the meat and potatoes variety. Yay plain vanilla socks!) and spun several absolutely gorgeous skeins of yarn. I will eventually show you all what I have created, but it seems like the work required to get things photographed is too much for me right now. That will eventually change, as I am methodically disposing of my stressors. However, expect the blog to be a little light on pictures until I get myself together again. I have been reading all of your blogs, and feeling very inspired by the beautiful things I’ve seen. Even if I am only lurking around the interwebs, I do really appreciate seeing what other makers are working on.
I’ll finish up this blog post with a story.
I decided to knit a pair of socks for my grandpa. He lives out in Colorado on a ranch, and I thought a pair of socks would be just the ticket for those long, cold winters up in the mountains. I went to Michael’s, and I found a skein of their lovely store brand self-striping merino/cashmere/nylon sock yarn in very manly browns and greens. My grandpa doesn’t like wild colors (like at all) so I was proud of myself for picking something that I knew he would like. I started knitting. After I had several inches of sock, I was feeling less sure of myself. Some of the stripes were looking pretty speckled, and there was some orange and some dark green that hadn’t really been obvious in the skein. I knew what I had to do. I went to Greg, and I asked him “What do you think about these colors?” without telling him my worries on the matter. His response was “I really like them. They are so cool and interesting!” My shoulders slumped in defeat. If Greg, the king of rainbow socks and exciting fashion choices, liked the striped socks that I was knitting for my grandpa, there was ABSOLUTELY NO WAY that my grandpa would wear them. He is a man of great restraint in the color department, and though he might put them on when I was coming to visit, he probably wouldn’t otherwise. Thus, I did the only thing that I could do. I turned to Greg, and said:
“So Greg, want some socks?”
Dude is getting all the sock love around here.
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