I mentioned, in Friday’s post, that we were experiencing some rain and that I was hoping for more rain that wouldn’t knock out the power so I could have more time to sew on the Penguin Party quilt.
I got half of my wish.
Saturday was a really big sports day for the kids with Nathaniel running in the League Cross Country meet and Rachel participating in the Unified Bowling Tournament. We left the house at 6:30 am and didn’t get back until after 3:00pm, all while battling pouring rain and gusts of wind that had us literally leaning forward over our toes to stay upright. I tried to talk our family out of going to the church Halloween party that night on account of the weather, but everyone thought I was being overly anxious and pooh-poohed my concerns.
Nathaniel asked Rachel to help him come up with a costume fifteen minutes before we left, so she outfitted him with odds-and-ends from her camp counselor costume trunk!
Our power went out around 5:00pm. The power was still on at the church, and teaser photos on social media showed the promise of a banger of a party, so the fam insisted we head out to enjoy it. The road into town was a warzone of leaves and downed tree limbs that elicited quite a few gasps from us as we drove by, and the drive home treated us to a traffic backup on the highway as the police diverted us around an accident that was in the midst of towing a car out of the ditch. The rain continued on, the wind gusts picked up and our entire area lost power around 10:00pm.
Power still wasn’t on in the morning, so Michael went into Super Generator Man mode and had us set up by 5:30am with all the extension cords our hearts could desire. Each year he invests in another piece of “Power Outage Kit” to make our lives a little easier during power outages and this year’s investment was a very nice, very long extension cord that he snaked through my second floor craft room window so that I could still sew and iron to my heart’s content AND supplies power to the internet router. True love, right there. All the bases covered with one simple extension cord!
Unfortunately, I didn’t do any sewing because I was simply too tired from all the running around the day before, the stress of the power outage, and the lack of sleep from how loud the rain and wind were throughout the night. So, yes, I got half of my wish and I really could have gotten my full wish had I not been exhausted. I guess, in the future, I also need to hope for the energy to sew…silly me!
We Brookes decided to power through the last bit of our goal to watch all the Harry Potter movies before Halloween, and so we did that once we found out that the church didn’t have power and services were cancelled. It was a very chill day. I got out my Christmas Alphabet embroidery sampler at one point, but the mental load of trying to work on it was also too much so I just put it away and rested.
Power came on around 4:30pm for us, while our friends were without power until late this morning. I’ve been running around attempting to catch chores and the like back up to pre-storm conditions and restocking our groceries. So, no sewing over the weekend AT ALL. Oh well.
Looking ahead for the week:
I’m hoping to make A LOT of progress on the Penguin quilt. Maybe even to the point of ignoring all my other projects-in-progress. Ride the wave of motivation, right?
I’ve made a lot of progress on the Christmas Alphabet Embroidery Sampler in recent weeks, but might set it aside in favor of working on the Penguin quilt. If I can stand, I’ll work on the Penguin quilt. If standing is difficult/my back is hurting, I’ll work on the embroidery sampler.
I am tiring of my Peppermint Blossoms EPP quilt, mostly because I’m wishing I’d worked on an autumn/Halloween project over the last couple of months. I’m wondering if having different, seasonal, EPP projects in-progress might work best for my interest cycles in the future? Or maybe I’m not as in love with Peppermint Blossoms as I thought I’d be and it should be scaled back to a smaller finished project? Or maybe I’ve been working on it for two years with very little progress and I’m just fed up with it? Thinking on those ideas at the moment.
It is so weird that this is the last week of October. Next week is the doorway to the Christmas season, y’all! (I’m a Christmas junkie; it starts on November 2nd for me.) It doesn’t even really feel like it’s time for Halloween yet, how can we already be nearly at Thanksgiving and Christmas, too?!?!
We had a birthday this week! Can you believe that this:
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Is now this?
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Seriously, where did the time go?!?! I’m pretty sure that I just brought this child home from the hospital!
Top priorities this past week:
Celebrate The Boy’s birthday
Easter Sacrament program
Easter dinner
Try to make some progress on the Star Climber scrap quilt
Celebrating
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He’s a whopping fifteen years old now. He can start Driver’s Ed and we’re just careening towards independence with this baby of the family. It’s going by so fast.
Creating
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The Easter Sacrament program went really, really well! Everyone showed up on time and did the things they said they would do and many ward members remarked that the program helped them feel the Spirit, which is the basic goal of any of these programs. It was a lot of work and I’m trying to focus on some self-care practices this week to release the tension that’s been building in my shoulders and neck for the past three weeks.
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Easter dinner did not happened as planned because whomever unloaded the car after my Easter dinner grocery shopping trip, and it very well could have been me despite having no recollection of it, decided to put the Easter ham into the freezer. So when I went to get the ham out of the fridge yesterday to bake it, I discovered that it was not in the fridge, but in the freezer as hard as a rock. Easter dinner has been rescheduled for later this week, and we enjoyed leftover chili and mac & cheese, with a healthy helping of carrot cake.
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Didn’t make any progress on the Star Climber quilt because I was too busy with life this week. Here’s the thing—I’ve also been feeling a sense of burnout. I’ve given so much of myself to quilting and this blog over the years, but more and more I’m thinking that I might want to step back and refocus. It’s not an easy decision, but I’m starting to feel like it’s time to make room for something new. As difficult as it would be to walk away, I believe this might be the best decision for me right now. I’m ready to turn the page and embrace new things. This chapter is coming to a close, and I’m excited to see where life takes me from here.
Final Thoughts
So here we are—celebrating a milestone birthday, reflecting on a meaningful Easter, and thinking seriously about where to go next. Life is busy, beautiful, and a little overwhelming sometimes. I’m feeling the pull to slow down, breathe, and make space for what’s ahead. I don’t know exactly what that looks like yet, but I do know this: It’s okay to grow, to shift, and to let go of things that once filled you up but now feel like too much. Thanks for being here, for reading, and for walking this journey with me—even when the ham ends up in the freezer. (I never offered perfection…and I thank you for laughing with me over the many mishaps over the years.)
Happy Friday! Ugh, I feel like I haven’t been around for ages—my allergies are atrocious this year, which is slowing me down something awful. But it’s spring, which means the kids are super, super busy with a million different things, so I’m just forcing myself forward with a travel pack of Kleenex and hoping the pollen counts come down soon.
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Top priorities this past week:
This week was full of kid activities, so when I look at the calendar on a Sunday before a crazy week, I just mentally hunker down and accept that I’ll just be focusing on the top three important categories of domestic life: Cooking, Clothing, and Cleaning. There’s just not time for anything else during the crazy weeks, and if you ignore the top three you end up with more problems.
Cooking
It was a week for soups and crock pot meals and I even allowed myself the luxury of a semi-homemade Costco meal as well so that I could keep up with carpooling, and appointment and event attendance.
Clothing
My allergies have been extremely bad for about three weeks now, so the laundry had piled up and needed some serious attention. I’m getting it back down to manageable levels.
Cleaning
Oh, the call of spring cleaning after long winter months of hibernation! Doesn’t it feel awesome to declutter and wipe away the stagnancy of late winter/the gray months?!?! As I wipe away the cobwebs of cold and gloom, I listen for the songs of the birds returning to the trees and smile as I catch a glimpse of crocuses and daffodils emerging from their frigid slumbers. Thank goodness for spring.
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Final Thoughts
After two weeks of uninterrupted down time, due to those pesky allergies, and this last week of ramping up productivity to match the energy of the season, I’ve found myself reflecting on the way I’m managing my time. There’s always so much to juggle, nothing new there, but lately I’ve been thinking about whether or not I’m focusing on what truly matters to me. I didn’t believe people when they told me, during my years of raising babies and toddlers, that I’d only get more busy as the kids got older because I could not wrap my head around the idea of ever being busier than I was during those years of keeping little people alive and well, but it turns out that it is 100% true. There is so much to do right now and I never expected that to be the case. I really thought I’d be downshifting as I approached the empty nest years. With so many responsibilities pulling me in different directions, I’m wondering if it’s time for a change in some areas of my life?
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There’s definitely a shift happening in my creative life, and I’m finding it more difficult to feel inspired lately. Maybe it’s the allergy sludge talking, but I just really feel like I might need a break to recharge and reassess what I’m truly passionate about? I don’t know; we’ll see how this feeling plays out in the next little while. As it stands, I had no time to put into creative projects this week, but that’s no cause for alarm. Busy weeks happen. That’s where a beautiful little truth of the fiber arts comes into play—fabric and yarn will wait for you. There’s no need to panic when you have a week or two with no time for creativity because it will all patiently wait for you. I’m looking forward to the reunion…while simultaneously enjoying the tasks that are keeping me too busy to spend time in the craft room! Life is good.
And, because I was feeling nostalgic and had a lot of empty time on my hands, I went in search of my earliest projects on the blog and found baby hats, scarves, and baby quilts. Oh my goodness, the cute! I don’t make as many of those as I used to!
I always make plans that are way too big for practicality, so I’ve done a lot of thinking and planning to try to keep my aspirations grounded in reality. I feel like I didn’t do a lot of crafting in 2024, but then I remember the prom dresses and the Layer Cake Latte quilt and the Baking Doodle Cowl and I feel stressed out all over again by it all, ha ha. I really hit the ground running hard at the beginning of last year, didn’t I? That was pretty intense. No wonder I took the remainder of the year off!
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I was busy in the garden all summer, and did it ever reward us with a delightful crop! I’m so proud of the garden this last year, it was great!
And then autumn came, and with it a whole lot of difficulties. Thankfully, two of those hardships now mean that I’m stronger and more available to do crafty things in my free time. Yay!
Something will need to change in regards to the Christmas season next time ’round, though. I’m drowning every year and family members were complaining this year as well. It’s hard to step back from doing good things, but I think we’ve officially reached the point where we’re doing too many good things and need to cut back.
Looking Ahead in 2025
I have a Fat Quarter Shop quilt a-brewing in the background right now, so that’s fun.
I’m trying to declutter my craft room because it’s officially too full of junk to be enjoyable to work in. I had an epiphany regarding my quilting stash the other day as I was decluttering, and I’m hoping that it will lead to more quilts made from my scrap stash in the future!
Plans for Winter Quarter 2025 thus far:
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Fabric:
Finish King David’s Crown quilt for Fat Quarter Shop
Begin Star Climber Scrap quilt
Yarn & Handwork:
Piscis project
Finish my Christmas socks
Begin the Cherry Twilight socks
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And I’ve learned that it is foolish to plan out further than a quarter at a time, so I’m just going to make do with winter plans at the moment.
When I was starting out on my parenting journey, it was always a goal to raise children who enjoyed being creative. I invested a lot of our resources into encouraging their creative talents, but there were two separate moments during their childhoods that really influenced how our family operates and allows creativity to flourish.
#1: Art supplies are meant to be consumed, not conserved.
The toddler years are rough, man. You’re dealing with developing minds and motor skills, and it takes a lot of patience. If you’re adding in creative endeavors, it takes a lot of “wasted” resources when you think of those little minds trying to figure out how things work, and those little hands trying to learn how to operate scissors and paintbrushes and glitter containers. I cannot remember where I heard the phrase, “Art supplies are meant to be consumed, not conserved,” but it stopped me in my tracks.
As luck would have it, we had a “Fun Friday” the next day as part of our homeschool schedule, and I’d scheduled some sort of cookie making and decorating for one of the activities that day. One of the girls was obsessed with the sprinkles that day, and I would have normally discouraged her exploration and experimentation with the vast amounts of sprinkles it felt like she was “wasting,” but that phrase popped into my head, and it made me hesitate to intervene. She wasn’t trying to waste sprinkles; she was trying to figure out how many sprinkles you could put on a cookie without them all sliding off when you moved the cookie. I taught her how to tilt the sprinkle-laden cookies to empty the extra sprinkles onto a paper towel, and how to then turn the paper towel into a funnel and return the extra sprinkles to the jar. All three of the girls were then obsessed with this party trick and spent the rest of cookie decorating time practicing the skill with varying degrees of success. They were enjoying the activity! I sat on my hands and let them. It was challenging for me!
We had another cookie decorating activity a few weeks later, and the urge to over sprinkle was gone. They did the sprinkle funneling on their own (with varying success yet again…I think they were 2, 4, and 6 years old) and worked on different, more artistic-leaning skills. The urge to glut cookies with sprinkles had been satisfied. They knew what would happen if they did that. They learned how to clean up a mess/mistake. By letting them spend time doing those things, they were able to move onto more advanced concepts. So much of being little is experimenting with the world around you. If it’s safe and not purposely wasteful, then it’s OK to let them use the art supplies. I never would have let them throw sprinkles in the air or dump them down the drain because that’s just being wasteful. But figuring out how many sprinkles were too many on a cookie? That was an important learning activity. And I never would have realized the importance of it without hearing the phrase, “Art supplies are meant to be consumed, not conserved.”
#2: Your home is a workshop, not a temple.
There’s a quote that goes around in Mormon/LDS culture, from the Bible Dictionary, which says “[o]nly the home can compare with the temple in sacredness.” Families interpret this in a myriad of ways, but a popular one to default to is to try and replicate the tidiness of the temple in one’s home. I think some of the welcoming aspects of visiting the temple is the fact that they’re so clean, they’re decorated nicely, and they’re quiet—three things that I could not usually say were true about my home during the Young Children Years. But then I heard the phrase, “Your home is a workshop, not a temple,” and I really liked it. Yes, we strive for sacredness in our homes, but sacred isn’t synonymous with tidy and tastefully decorated. Sacred, to me, encompasses nurturing, growth, patience, love, and beauty. These attributes don’t require sterility and silence in order to happen. Part of the beauty of nurturing children is that it’s not silent at all. It’s joyous and exuberant and punctuated with laughter. Most of the behaviors that go along with properly nurturing children would NOT be allowed in the temple. Homes and temples have the same goals, but they are vastly different kinds of workspaces.
Workshops still need tidiness to be functional, but it’s a different kind of tidiness than that of a temple. Workshops need manageable levels of noise, and they also need safety and rules. They’re different types of noise, safety, and rules than you’d have in a temple. I adjusted my expectations to line up with this new mindset.
Another important aspect of workshop spaces is that you need your own workspace that you can come back to as you have time, without worry that someone else is going to come along and disturb your project and supplies. I have my craft room and I expect my projects to be undisturbed until I return to them. Michael has the garage and it’s important we don’t mess with his stuff out there. I decided that it was important for each of our children to have their own creative spaces as well that would be respected and left alone. Whether it’s a folding table in their bedrooms, a portion of the dining room table for a larger project, a storage bin with their materials, or marking off time for them to have unrestricted access to the kitchen for hours-long baking sessions, I’ve tried to make sure our home functioned as an orderly workshop that allowed each of them the time, materials, and space to create. So much of being creative rests upon having enough undisturbed time to create and the space to create in.
And if you’re trying to raise four creative kids and allow both yourself and your spouse to pursue creative interests as well—your home is not going to be temple-tidy all the time, and there is no embarrassment in that! If someone stops by and there’s a huge mess on the front room floor from the kids planning their next Dungeons & Dragons campaign, I refuse, on principle, to apologize for that mess’s existence. That mess is beautiful—it symbolizes hours of my children working together, because they want to, on an activity for our entire family to enjoy. That’s amazing.
Every Saturday since the start of the COVID shutdowns our kitchen has been roped off for Renaissance’s particular use until 3:00pm. She destroys that room; it’s covered in buttery fingerprints, a fine dusting of powdered sugar, and little flecks of batter everywhere as she’s experimented with making cakes, cookies, and pastries—and she is darn good at it now.
If you walk into our kitchen on a Saturday around 1:00pm, I’m not apologizing for that mess. If you walk into our kitchen on a Tuesday and it still bears the marks of Ren’s weekend baking adventures, I will be embarrassed because by that point it’s no longer a workshop mess, it’s just a mess. There’s a difference between the two. If the Dungeons & Dragons paraphernalia is still on the floor the next day and/or we haven’t played a game of it in a week, then it’s just a mess. Active creativity usually requires active messiness. If there’s no active creativity, there should no longer be a mess.
Creativity is not an excuse for filth. There shouldn’t be messiness just because you can be messy. Just like we don’t waste art supplies, we don’t leave messes on purpose. Clean up when you’re done! Messiness while creating can’t be avoided, but you can tidy up in between your creative sessions so things look as tidy as they can given the circumstances.
Renaissance is expected to clean up her baking adventures in the kitchen so we can continue to use the kitchen throughout the week. D&D dice can’t be left on the front room carpet to trip people and clog up the vacuum. Rachel must empty her paint water when she’s not painting so we don’t run the risk of it tipping and getting all over her worktable and/or the carpet. Michael vacuums up the sawdust when he’s done working in the garage for the day so it doesn’t get tracked into the house. I tidy up the craft room so bits of string and fabric trimmings don’t migrate down the hall. A tidied workspace is a welcoming workspace for the next time you’re able to work in that space. I’ve avoided working on creative projects because my workspace has been cluttered, which is especially sad because it’s so preventable.
Creative Time, at any age, is a wise investment—it builds skills, it promotes wellbeing, and it just makes life more enjoyable—but it takes the investment of resources (materials, time, and energy) to really make it beneficial. We need to relax a bit about being overly efficient with those resources and allow our children to grow at their own pace and bloom in their own way on their creative journeys. The creative paths I’ve invested in over the years have led to much different results than I ever imagined.
My kids are not pursuing all the creative paths I thought they would, but they are pursuing creativity that their hearts love. I know they wouldn’t have discovered those creative paths without some trial and error. They’ve used a ton of art supplies that ended in abandoned paths, but those little journeys were necessary, if only for them to learn they didn’t want to pursue those paths. None of those resources were wasted because they switched to a different interest.
There’s no failure there. We consumed art supplies and it led to a different interest. That’s success! There’s no embarrassment (on my part) for the times people judged active messes in my home. That’s those people’s crosses to bear. I am proud of those messes; proud that I gave my children the space and time to experiment, learn, and flourish. It’s one of the parenting decisions I’m most proud of. Their childhoods have been full of color, textures, discovery, smells, lessons learned from safe mistakes, and the satisfaction of completing a project on their own. I am immensely proud of all of that.
Consume the paint, the sprinkles, and the fabric.
Make space and time for undisturbed creativity.
Allow the messes to happen.
Cheerfully help them to clean up.
These steps allow children to feel comfortable with being creative and teaches them how to be responsible adults, which is one of the biggest goals of raising humans. The entire creative process is a beautiful metaphor of what it means to live a fulfilled life.
I’m so glad for the shared creativity I’ve experienced with my children. It’s been one of my favorite parts of motherhood.
I promised that I’d check back in by the end of January, so here I am! I apologize for the long absence—I was finishing up my last two classes for my master’s degree, and with the start of the school year and all the craziness that accompanies getting three non-driving teenagers to their practices, rehearsals, lessons, and games I knew I wasn’t going to have any time for much else. I hope your autumns were lovely, and I hope this winter isn’t treating any of you too shabbily.
So, yeah…master’s degree officially completed, and I even have the physical diploma to prove it! I am not teaching full-time; in fact, I’m just subbing a couple times a week at my kids’ schools because the process of pursuing my master’s degree really opened my eyes to the enormity of what I do in our home each day, and how important that work is. I’ve always been a huge champion for full-time homemaking, but somewhere along the way I lost sight of my enthusiasm for the endeavor and thought my family would be better served by extra funds. Unfortunately, to have me working full-time outside the home meant a whole lot more unexpected expenses that I hadn’t thought to include in my budget workings, while at the same time cutting down on my time to provide a lot of the domestic labor and relationship-building that is the key to our family being able to survive on one income and have our children feel loved and supported. It was a very eye-opening experience and it has me scrutinizing the thought process that led me to believe that we’d be better off with me working. I’m trying to be more intentional regarding the media I consume because I was heavily influenced by various discontent voices throughout the pandemic, and I regret many of the decisions I made as a result of listening to them. It just goes to show that being an adult doesn’t mean you’ve figured everything out, eh?
So, I’m home again and trying to figure out how to go forward from here. I’d like to pivot with my master’s degree into some sort of creative education sphere, but I’m stumped as to how to make that happen. I am also eyeballs deep in parenting at the moment, so all of those aspirations might just wait until my empty nest phase, which is slated to begin in just four and a half years. Such a bittersweet milestone on the horizon! My life has been kids, kids, kids for almost twenty years now—I foresee considerable difficulties with adjusting to an empty nest existence! Goodness am I glad to have found Michael early on and dedicated everything to building our family. It’s been such a great journey.
I want to blog more because I enjoy it, it doubly serves as a record of what we’re up to throughout the years, and it’s been AMAZING to spend time in the craft room again! However, I’m incredibly without direction at the moment—my back injury improved immensely over the course of my master’s degree program due to the adoption of a yoga routine—so resuming my pre-pandemic levels of craftiness might not be feasible, as I was crafting so much back then largely because I was literally incapable of doing much else around the house due my severe muscle atrophy. Please have patience with me as I figure out healthy levels of housekeeping versus creativity! (The age-old dilemma, yes?) I wholeheartedly believe in the importance of consistently including creative endeavors in one’s schedule to maintain sanity and an enthusiasm for life, but too much of a good thing can create other problems if you’re irresponsible about it!
Happy January, and I hope you’re finding time for some creativity every day during these cold months ahead. I’m looking forward to writing more and hope to give you more posts soon!
I wrote a few days ago about how I’ve been hit by the February ennui that tackles me every year, and how I’d decided to just give in to every new project that flitted across my radar in an attempt to give myself some happy chemical boosts and weather out the rest of this gray month. I published my post, went off to continue working on the new Linen Stitch scarf, and as I was knitting away the day, my mind wandered and I remembered something I read about in the The Twelve Week Year called the “Emotional Cycle of Change,” which comes with a handy little visual in the book:
I recalled the first time I worked The Twelve Week Year system, way back in the summer of 2020, and how much impact that little image had on me because I absolutely identified with it. When I was putting in the work on that cycle’s goals, I hit that nasty wall of despair right around Week Five and it stuck with me for a good two or three weeks where all I wanted to do was give up, give up, give up. But, thankfully, I was aware of it, I had people to talk to about it who encouraged me to keep going, and yep, I kept at it and eventually pulled up and out of that funk because I didn’t give up and I didn’t shift my focus onto something else. I got to experience the high of sticking with that project until the end, even though I really wanted to just die for a few weeks whenever I thought about another stupid day of doing this.
And I think that’s what’s going on right now. I started the new year with the idea of doing good on crafty goals, and I’ve been going forward with all the energy and zeal of an optimistic goal-getter, and it’s now hitting really hard that progress isn’t an overnight thing and I am smack dab in the Boring Middle of it all. The answer isn’t to quit or switch focus, because when I get to the end of this twelve week cycle (in the last week of March), I don’t want to look back and regret that I stopped working on these goals. Honestly, it’s a bit of a weird goal cycle because I don’t have anything huge going on because I just couldn’t come up with anything except “take a break from striving all the time,” because I’ve been striving hard for eighteen months straight and just felt like I needed a break. So I’m only doing some low-key stuff to help prep me to do bigger things come April, but it is important to me to tie up a lot of these loose crafty ends, if only to “close the circuit” on these open/unfinished projects.
So the answer right now is that I’m having a normal reaction to change. I’ve been really good at showing up to work on these crafty goals; it’s become my routine and it’s no longer a new, exciting thing, and I’m jonesing for the high of a new project…but that’s what gets me into this mess of having eighty-seven UFOs cluttering up my craft room and driving me crazy all the time. The answer is to just keep showing up and doing the work, even if I need to grit my teeth somedays, and remind myself of how good it’s going to feel to get that pile of quilt tops completed. In a few weeks’ time I’ll start seeing the results of that consistency and I’ll start getting excited about the dash to the finish line, and the high of finishing a big goal is way bigger than the high of starting a new project. Lasts longer, too.
Another thing I might to watch out for is the impulse to indulge in retail therapy–it might be one of the first signs that I’m approaching Stage 2 or Stage 3 of this cycle. That being said, there is a still an ungodly amount of yarn currently making its way to me in the mail because…well, I didn’t figure this out until after I’d already ordered it. Guess I’ll be making a lot of socks and fingerless mittens for the foreseeable future, even though I know I’m only capable of about seven pairs a year, given my “comfortable knitting” calculations I just figured out.
How many skeins of sock yarn did I order? Nine. *sigh*
I do have a finished project post to show you, but I also keep procrastinating driving to the post office and actually mailing it off to its intended recipient, so…I could spin it to sound like the USPS is sucking at its job, but it would be an absolute lie because it’s really just me.
Although, the USPS is taking its sweet time getting a package of yarny goodness to me that was supposed to be delivered last Monday, but then it disappeared from their radar for a couple of days, and magically popped up at a regional distribution center yesterday. Hmph.
As predicted, February has cast a grayish pallor on everything in sight, and I’m feeling it, hard. I keep telling myself that it is a temporary feeling, that life really isn’t just cold and dreariness, and that spring will be here soon with sunshine and birds twittering and flowers, but then you have to stop thinking about spring and re-focus on what’s in front of you and…it’s February. Usually there’s some crazy weather going on to distract me, but not this year. Just cold and drizzly rain, and a lot of fog, which is just unsettling. There’s not supposed to be fog when you’re driving to the school to pick up your kids in the afternoon. It gives me the heebie jeebies.
We are having a couple of nice days right now, but I absolutely do not trust them at all and I refuse to allow them to get my optimism engaged, only to have it crushed and ground into the asphalt next week. No. This is fake spring. I’ll try to get outside and soak up some desperately needed sun, but I’m not going to let my heart get carried away. It would be a great time to do some clean-up in the garden, though…
I think the fabric and yarn companies have figured out this February sloggy feeling, because geez, the sales and deals coming out of ’em right now are incessant. It’s been bad, people. But oh so good. But I may need to set up a temporary email filter on any incoming messages from the crafty stores because this past week has shown that I have no known defenses against their February sales. Dear goodness. Cara, it doesn’t count for much if you’re trying to reduce your stash and UFOs, only to then gorge yourself and bring in more stash.
The Yarn Harlot wrote up a blog post in recent days that echoes my sentiments about February, and she admitted that she’s just giving in to every “start a new project” impulse that rises in her heart. And I kinda sorta love that idea, because I am in desperate need of dopamine hits at the moment and indulging in some Startitis to achieve the effect is far friendlier to my bank account than retail therapy.
So I’ve started making wild promises to my kids about knitting them things and I will probably regret it in a month’s time, but whatevs. Michael’s socks are finished, and I was looking through my Ravelry project page to figure out which family member has gone the longest without receiving a handknit from me, and it turns out I’ve not knit a thing for my boy since he was in the first grade. (That’s five years for those of you who are also experiencing the Februaries and don’t want to do the math.) I called him over and we perused the Ravelry pattern database, and he finally decided that what he wanted his dear ol’ mum to knit him was a pig hat. Because he’s sad that his monkey hat doesn’t fit anymore.
ca. 2010
Guys, I knit that monkey hat for his first winter of his life. He’s worn it ever since, and would probably still be wearing it except that I outlawed it because it’s simply too small. I don’t care that he can technically stretch it over his noggin…it’s too small. The boy is knitworthy, to say the least…but only if it’s an animal hat, apparently, because I made him a fair isle hat in the first grade, and he dutifully wore it that year, but then reverted back to the monkey hat in the second grade and I don’t think I’ve seen the fair isle hat on his head ever since.
ca. 2015
The pink yarn listed in the pattern for the pig hat? I ALREADY OWNED IT. Can the Universe be any more clear on what a great idea this project was?!?!
Except, when I went to go unearth it from the stash, I couldn’t find it. I scoured the stash from top to bottom three times, went through the knitting UFO bin twice, and then looked around in every other UFO bin just in case it randomly got put in them when we moved, but alas, none of the perfect pink yarn could be found. I think I got rid of it when we moved? It’d been sitting in a partially-knitted state for years because I bought it to make a vest for Nathaniel when he was little, but it turns out that he gets heat rashes from wearing vests, so I never finished it, and I was trying to cull crafty supplies and it wasn’t a shade of pink I particularly liked to begin with…so, I think I got rid of it. There’s no notes in my stash listing on Ravelry, but I can’t find the stuff, so I’ve now marked it as “given away.” But I honestly have no idea what I did with it.
Undaunted, I hunted down various shades of pink bulky-weight yarn, screenshotted them all and cropped them into a grid, then texted the image to Nathaniel and asked him to pick one, and he picked one of the most brightest shades of bubble gum pink and he is thrilled that it will be adorning his head in a few weeks’ time. I love it that he loves pink, it’s adorable.
Since I was paying for shipping anyways, I figured I’d throw in some more yarn to my order and looked up which family member was next due for a handknit, and it turned out it was Renaissance, who I last crafted for three years ago. She wasn’t terribly interested in anything, but then I had a bold flash of inspiration and reminded her that football season will be back all-too-soon, and wouldn’t a pair of fingerless gloves with fold-over tops just be amazing during the outdoors flute-playing season? She immediately agreed, and I added in some maroon superwash merino to my order. I did also add two more projects’ worth of yarn for things for myself, but then got rid of them because knitting season will inevitably wind down come spring and gardening and English paper piecing time, and most of my stash is comprised of these kinds of orders–the extra skeins I buy because I was paying for shipping anyway. If I’m still interested in the projects for myself come autumn, I’ll buy the yarn for them then.
Sooo…not exactly “knitting from the stash,” but I am excited about two new projects. And while I was rifling through the stash, trying to find the perfect pink yarn, I noticed that I had a lot of blue & green sock yarn leftovers in the yarn scrap bin, and I thought they’d probably go together fabulously in a linen stitch scarf. And since my yarny goodness package fell off the radar for half a week and I finished Michael’s socks and I think I may have knit them on the wrong size needles but won’t know until he finally tries them on but it’s a busy week and we’ve really only seen each other as we turn off the light to go to sleep, that hasn’t happened yet…and I don’t want to start another pair of socks for him from the stash because I don’t know what size needle to use anymore, but it’s February and darn it I need a project, so I cast on for a linen stitch scarf with those sock yarn scraps:
I think the scraps go together a little too well, actually, so it will lack that fun contrast that I like in this pattern when you use colorways that don’t match perfectly, but it’ll still be a pretty, analogous scarf. It took me a year to knit the last linen stitch scarf I made, so I’m not expecting a quick finish with this. I think it will be my couch knitting project.
And, just for fun, I’ll finish with another picture of the Monkey Hat of Yore:
Hopefully he’ll love his pig hat just as much, minus the yarn-chewing. Good luck surviving the rest of February, however you choose to do it.
Good morning, lovelies! Hopefully the new year is still treating you well and you’re making progress on the things that matter most to your heart. This week I’ll be (hopefully) finishing the Cat Lady quilt. The quilting is finished, and it’s trimmed; I just need to get going on the binding and label. I’m thinking I’m going to use the loads of C+S Bluebird scraps I have on-hand from when Denise made a dress for Em out of that fabric, which means I’ll be doing a scrappy binding construction because the scraps are very weird shapes–there’s very little yardage that will work for WOF cutting. BUT…it’s C+S fabric, and I have loads of it that I’ve been trying to sew through for years, so this will make a significant dent.
I had hoped to finish the Cat Lady quilt last week, but geez, what a week! Washington got a lot of snow and ice and rain and it just threw everything off kilter all week long. My kids had a two-hour late start for school four days out of five, the roads were flooding over…you don’t realize how stressed you’re feeling about stuff until you get past it and realize that you’ve been holding your shoulders up to your ears for days. And now we have to deal with rescheduling all the stuff that got cancelled, and adding it on top of all the regularly-scheduled stuff…I just wish that people would let things go when they get cancelled? Like, it’s too bad it didn’t happen, but let’s try again next year, rather than trying to fit it into the next couple of weeks that are already booked? Please? But alas…that’s a rare outcome.
Once the Cat Lady quilt is complete, I’m hoping to start work on Rachel’s birthday gift, and I can’t show you anything about it or she’ll figure out what it is. Which also means I have to clean it up everyday and not leave it lying around on the cutting table or the ironing board. Let’s see if I can actually remember to do that everyday…who else thinks that I’ll forget and Rachel will know what her gift is before it’s even finished? It also just occurred to me that I can’t work on this over the weekend days because she’s somewhat of a constant fixture in my craft room on the days that she’s home. So I guess it will take twice as long to stitch this up because I really will only have two days a week that I can work on this. Awesome.
I’m still working on the Nereid Fingerless Mitts for my bestie, and hopefully will have good news to report on them soon. This “tell people you were making them a gift if you didn’t finish it before Christmas” idea has been the perfect motivation to keep me working on those gifts. It might add extra incentive to get things done before Christmas in future years, too: I’m going to lose that special moment of surprise if it’s not done before Christmas because I’ll have to announce it on the blog. I don’t like doing that. But I do like finishing stuff, and so here we are.
Scrappy Thursday this week is for working on the Clementine Quilt. I don’t know if anyone remembers that I was one of the quilters in the original Clementine Quilters group, but I had to quit because we were moving. I hated quitting, but it was definitely the right call at the time because here we are, four years later, and it’s only now that I have the feasible time to work on it again. Fat Quarter Shop supplied me with the fabric to make the quilt, and I don’t feel right accepting fabric from people and then not using it, so it’s been on my mind ever since that I definitely need to get this completed so I can fulfill the obligation that I signed up for originally.
Update on Marshmallow: He’s doing better than he was. It looked like his hind legs were permanently paralyzed for many days, but in the last three or so days he’s started using them again, somewhat regularly. We changed up his meds the day before that development, so it looks like we’ve hit on a combo that works well for him. Pretty sure he’s gone blind though–he seems to only be responding to sounds, and he runs face first into things a lot. He got pushed down the stairs by Charlotte the other day because he walked near her, which is not a thing he used to do because she’ll bat any cat in the face that gets that close to her. (She’s such a GRUMP.) I feel like I need to set something up that will keep her away from him while I’m gone from the house because I’m afraid I’m going to come home to a murder scene or the like. Sigh.
So yeah, bad weather and geriatric cats…last week was intense. Hopefully things are a lot calmer this week!
I have a nifty little project rotation schedule in my mind that I try to use to work through old projects and not let the scrap bins get out of hand, and it’s just not working. I sat down to figure out what was going wrong, and just decided that I needed to make it work alongside what I want to do, instead of it being the main operating system of my craft room. As I’m sure you’re aware, every new year and month brings up new potential projects that you need to decide if you’re going to pursue or not. New babies, weddings, graduations, a crazy pattern that comes out that NEEDS to be made ASAP because it’s amazing, a new dress because of fifty thousand reasons…there’s just a lot that you can’t plan for, and it wreaks havoc on a system designed to corral the creative madness.
So…Idea #1: Each month will have its “must makes” that I will work on until they’re done, and then the remainder of the month will revert back to my UFO/Project Rotation schedule and I’ll make headway on the projects collecting cobwebs until the month ends. It’s simple, far too simple, but until I wrote it out I couldn’t see it as my solution.
I came up with this idea in October and finetuned and planned it out, but it felt like something was missing, and I finally realized what it was whilst lounging in my bed during the Great December Sickness of 2021–I’m not making enough scrap quilts. At all. The scrap bins no longer close, and I don’t have time for scrap quilts even though I won’t be able to use my craft room by the end of the year if they keep multiplying like they have been, completely unchecked. And then I randomly remembered that I came up with a weird little system for THIS EXACT PROBLEM back in 2019: Scrappy Thursdays.
Scrappy Thursdays were devoted to working on scrap projects and block of the months. It didn’t matter what I was working on outside of Scrappy Thursdays, I’d set it aside and work mostly from the scrap bins for that one day every week. I have four separate storage bins that held the fabric and patterns for four separate projects, and each week had its Project #1, #2, #3, or #4. It was still in experiment form when it dissolved out of my life, but it was a rather successful experiment while it was in progress! I just got really busy with the Blank Quilting ambassador thing and had no extra time for play, which was fine because I was having a lot of fun with all the yummy Blank fabric. Ah, memories…
Idea #2: I’m going to reinstate Scrappy Thursdays in 2021. I’m really looking forward to it. My chaos-loving brain really enjoys the break from my serious “get ‘er done” projects that I work on for the majority of the week, and my “obsessed with productivity” brain loves that I’m making progress on so many different things.
Beautiful Mammoth Flannels being cut for one of next year’s Christmas quilts!
I had another good idea during the Great December Sickness of 2021, which is my Idea #3: Use my leaders and enders for greater Christmas productivity. As in, cut the fabric for the Christmas quilts I want to make for Christmas next year NOW, and use them as my leaders and enders throughout the next year. When it comes time to work on said Christmas quilts at a later date, I’ll already have a ton of the piecing done. I’ve even set up an annual reminder that the week after Christmas is for cutting next year’s leaders and enders!
I’ve got the fabric for two of next year’s Christmas quilts prewashed and in the process of being cut. I have at least one more, if not two more, Christmas quilts I want to make this upcoming year, but no idea what pattern and/or fabric I’m going to use just yet, so obviously can’t precut anything for those quilts.
I’m excited for this extra bit of organization to help things run smoothly in the craft room! Do you have any good tips or tricks for quilty organization? I’d love to hear them! Happy New Year!
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