Ebbs and Flows
I have to be honest with you, I've been on a knitting creativity surge. For many months my knitting has been sparse, I'll blame it on the summer season. In the summer I knit the least amount. Maybe because I'm busy being outside, or maybe because knitting with wool isn't as much fun when I'm hot. Or maybe there is no reason. I'm learning that my creativity ebbs and flows.
I am floating at the edge of a wave enjoying where ever the wave takes me. Right now, the knitting urge is rampant. 'Strike while the iron is hot' is my mentality.
I've never been one to be upset when I start a bunch of projects. How lovely to see an array of project choices when I sit down to knit. My maximum amount of projects on the needles is five. Over five and then the fun seems to end in my mind.
I saw a lovely mitt pattern trending on Ravelry and quickly dug through my minimally processed, hand spun wools to make ME a pair of fingerless mitts. The earthy tweediness of the skein was delightful to wind up into a ball.
Thank you whoever you are mystery spinner who filled out a tag but didn't take any credit for creating this skein, you have beautiful skills.
Next up, I recalled that I had two skeins of superwash forest green wool somewhere in my closet. I was delighted to dig through the stash, walk down memory lane as I handled all of all the wools remembering the projects I have in my future knitting endeavors while unearthing the two skeins (which I did). This yarn will become a baby sweater using the February Baby sweater pattern by the ever so famous Elizabeth Zimmermann. (LOVE HER). This is my go to pattern using worsted weight wool on size five needles. I usually omit the gull pattern.
So while I herald the praises of casting on and being enthusiastic about my knitting (that's the flow part of the title). My woeful ebb is my art creativity.
When I returned from Cape May, I painted two 'horrible to me' pictures that broke my confidence. Yes, I tried to focus on 'what I learned' but even that was difficult. I've since painted some pictures that are wonderful but my forthright confidence has been shaken. When I sit to paint I question what I'm doing.
I'm overthinking everything and taking the fun out of creating. And so I'm allowing myself a break, I watch a lot of you tube videos and read some tutorials so the skill learning is in my mind. Allowing myself to take a break and be okay with the break relieves a lot of the self-imposed pressure.
I'm meeting myself where I am.
The Holly/Frodo relationship ebbs and flows as well. Currently their paths rarely cross in the house, and both are harmoniously living together apart. I love them both and still believe that one day they might be friends, maybe.
My husband and I are nearly recovered from the city visit last weekend. I'm so used to the quiet that surrounds me and the ho-hum drumming of my days. I love living in the country and seeing my wilderness.