The lovely Winsday has offered to adopt my little family of yarn, so off it shall go to the friendly climes up north. Winsday, please email me at woolizard at gmail dot com so we may chit chat about delivery. And thanks!
Monthly Archives: May 2015
So some things were eaten (and not by us, sad to say) and some things look a bit straggly and some things I don’t even remember what I planted, but there it is! It’s been in the ground for almost a month and it’s working!
I didn’t explain really about falling down the rabbit hole which I didn’t even call a rabbit hole, I called it falling down a well, so a follow-up with self-chastisement about being careful and thoughtful. Be careful and thoughtful, me.
I’m one of those people who gets absolutely seized on a new idea, and that’s all I want to do. I would visit somebody at their house and instead of enjoying the conversation and the friendships, I’d study the home: look at those curtains, the way they’re hung like that is absolutely brilliant and I bet I can do that, I just need a board and a heavy-duty stapler and sew some simple seams…oh, hey, look at that adorable wall of picture frames and the way dried flowers are interspersed with the photos, I have so many photos waiting to be framed and maybe I can stop at the craft store on the way home and get some flowers…what a great idea to get a pie safe to store out-of-season sweaters and that’s a great little lamp on top, I wonder why I never thought of that…
Then I’d go home and pore over magazines and go to Barnes and Noble and buy more magazines just to get ideas and I would be swept away with the desire to decorate it all RIGHT NOW. I’m sure you’ll be completely unsurprised when I say that the magazines didn’t contribute a single thing towards redecorating except contributing to clutter and when I actually did some honest-to-goodness redecorating I didn’t consult a single magazine, just did what felt right. (My Hubby would come out of the bathroom, bump into something and say resignedly “you rearranged the furniture again, didn’t you.” While he was in the bathroom, people.)
Crafting. Knitting. Sewing. Cake decorating. Scrapbooking. Card making. Writing a book. (Ssssh. It’s still there, I even went back to it and re-read it and I didn’t vomit.) Why don’t I get seized by something beneficial? Like exercising?
(Excuse me, I have to laugh my butt off.)
ANWAY, there is a point to this. I have fallen down the rabbit hole on two particular blogs for which I am reading archives and savoring every bite. One is the blog of Susan Branch at www.susanbranch.com who is an artist I fell in love with a long time ago and was so happy to find her blogging. The other is the blog of Alicia Paulson at www.posiegetscozy.com and I find her aesthetic so soothing and inspiring at the same time. They make me want to be more of what I am. So I have been spending my days happily immersed in these blogs and their archives and soaking up what I love and trying to define what it is that appeals to me and energizes me into doing something. I want a happy home filled with warmth and good things, and I don’t want to hang onto things that are not working in that area. My first beginning step was to try and re-home some yarn that is pretty but I just will not knit with it.
Now you know why I have yesterday’s title, why I’m giving away yarn, and a little bit more about me.
Hopefully we’ll get some comments from folks who love yarn and then I’ll send out a happy little package. In the meantime, if you’re so inclined, I put some different tags up on my etsy site as well as some larger pieces.
I’m neither here nor there. I’m drawing, but not putting things up on Etsy. I’m knitting, but not blocking when I finish. I’m taking pictures, but not sharing them. I’m thinking, but not…..doing?
So instead, I’m giving away some yarn. There are two skeins of Universal Yarn (70% acrylic, 30% wool) in the Spanish moss colorway; one skein of Cascade 220 in Bluestone; two balls of green-tan-white striped Sugar n’ Cream, one of cream, and one of Daisy Ombre. No gimmicks, no weird stuff, I don’t need your first-born, but maybe passing on yarn that I had hopes and dreams for to someone who can create something might spark me into…..doing.
So that’s it. Leave a comment.
Free shipping to US, and I’ll try to work something out if you’re in a farther (further?) mailing zone.
Have a moment of reflection for Memorial Day if you’re American, or a moment of reflection for someone you care about while you consume whatever food it is that makes your weekend work. I hope to be something more entertaining sometime soon.
The birds are going absolutely nuts this morning! Me, too, because after a few days of “hello, I guess we’re moving directly into July!” weather, it is a crisp morning with dazzlingly crystal blue skies. I’ve been out to water the vegetables and the flowers and I planted my Mother’s Day pink azalea bush, and now it’s second cup of tea time.
My thoughts are much lighter these days, and it’s true that time is the best friend of a broken heart. I had to go through my period of grief and mourning, anger, sadness, and acceptance, and now that I am on the other side I feel as if I’m moving forward. I was teaching in a toxic situation and now that I’m far removed I can honestly wonder how I lasted as long as I did; it’s certainly a shame that it ended the way it did (nervous breakdowns are scary, yo) but it IS ended and after two years I am no longer chasing those negative squirrels in my brain. I am making plans for travel and volunteering and making art and knitting more complicated things and reading more biographies (they’re like potato chips to me, can’t get enough) and being more in the moment.
Perhaps that’s why I felt determined to go back to a vegetable garden this year. For the last three years we’d been half-heartedly saying “so, about a garden…” and then pointedly ignoring the passing of time until it was too late. This year I even ordered plants and seeds in time instead of running to the big home store to desperately grab what they had left, planned out a raised bed that Wonderful Hubby built, and loaded it up with sugar snap peas, beans, tomatoes (because it’s against the law in New Jersey NOT to put tomatoes in your garden), cucumbers, zucchini, basil, chives, parsley, oregano and thyme. The new flower bed will have zinnias and nasturtiums (the first flowers my mother ever planted with me) and two other kinds I’ve already forgotten and hollyhocks. I still have to sow the marigolds around the tomatoes and plant the butternut squash and the pumpkins.
Of course, when I start whining in July that everything is overgrown and weedy and the cucumbers are the size of boats and it’s all fried to a crisp, you’ll be kind and not remind me how determined I was on this lovely May day, won’t you? Please?