It feels like its been a while. Sometimes I just don’t feel like blogging and I don’t feel bad about that. Hello again.
This most recent absence though is more to do with an almost entire lack of crafting to share. I didn’t just lose my knitting mojo this summer, my spinning, dressmaking and quilting mojo’s all flew out of the window too. There were no major house projects to occupy me, or big changes in the garden. I’ve just been living quietly and my brain’s been a little full of worry to fit anything else in. (The worry is easing a little now. There was nothing particular to worry about, just the prospect of something bad happening. So far, it hasn’t. Right now, things are fine. But when terrible things have happened to you before sometimes its hard to shake the worry away.) Sorry if that’s a little cryptic. I have no secrets but am a little shy and cautious. I might talk about things more here when I’m ready. In the meantime, if you’re on Ravelry, this knitting project helps explain it.
And onto the making! Pretty much the only thing I worked on through my worry was my Frosted Pumpkin Stitchery monthly sampler. I worked on it a little back in January and then stopped, so I had a lot of months to catch up on.
I think progress (and so the fact that I made anything at all) should be credited to my good buddy Bex. She’s working on the same thing, alongside lots of other beautiful embroidery pieces, and she made me want to reach for my hoop.
Just in the last couple of days I’ve felt my knitting mojo starting to nudge me a little. Maybe something to do with a trip to a new yarn shop? I cast on for a Wee Brock for a friend* as soon I was home and fed. I can feel that obsessed-with-a-new-project feeling coming on. Hopefully it’ll lead to another one…
*This friend is a Mr Saz’s cousin, who has an adorable little two-year old. She doesn’t knit, but always seems to be appreciative of handknitted things, and she got a lot from the ladies at her work (and me) when her daughter was born. But as new babies have been born, her supply dwindled. I randomly knit a little cardigan and it was passed to her, and I didn’t hear much, apart from ‘she says thank you, she loved it’ from my mother-in-law. Then, a couple of weeks ago I was in a different town and randomly walked into her and her little girl. Her daughter was not only wearing the cardigan but she was snuggled up it, it was covered in bits of the biscuit she’d been eating and wow, it looked like it had been loved. I could see her looking embarrassed that it looked a little messy but all I could think was ‘You get more knitwear for your little one. You get ALL THE KNITWEAR for your little one.’ Seeing the things I’ve made look used and loved is one of the best feelings ever.
I’m not ready to talk about the time I was in my sister’s house and spotted the huge quilt I’d made her scrunched up her dog’s basket. It might have looked used and loved, but it gave me the opposite feeling…