Monday, June 11, 2012

Yarn Along #4: Something Sweet

It is rare that I get in a knitting funk.  In fact, I really don't recall the last time I was in such a funk that I didn't feel like picking up my needles.  But a funk there has been.  Days and nights went by and I just stared at it, dissatisfied, disgruntled,disinterested.  Actually, it scared me.  Not feeling the itch to knit, to create, to sift through my yarn, read the knitting magazines, search through Ravelry - it left me thinking something was wrong with me!

In fact, my head and heart were just so full of other stuff that I couldn't squeeze one more thing in.  The school year is over.  My brother is married and has gone and returned from his honeymoon with his beautiful bride.  The dust has mostly settled from other assorted dramatics.  Now, I find myself knitting again and counting the evenings in stitches and rounds, settling down and feeling much more comfortable in my own skin again.

Part of the problem was the prayer shawl I had started, restarted, started again, and again.  That's a lot of frogging.  I've actually shelved it entirely and I feel sad because I have nothing to give that person.  But I really have nothing to give that person.  The assorted dramatics were not the common family wedding, end of school year things, but some unpleasant and very exhausting ordeals.  It took so much out of me to just carry on, that there was nothing left in me for the shawl.  I hadn't before realized how different knitting a prayer shawl is from anything else I knit.  But it is different.  It is much more than k, p, yo, k2tog, ssk and co.  A very good friend cautioned me from giving too much when my cup was already empty.  In this case, my cup was already empty, I had nothing to give so the wisest thing to do was to put it aside and to rest.

Last week, I felt my mojo return, just a little, just enough.  I had a project, a simple, small, fun one, to complete.  A far off deadline.  Perfect candy colored yarn.  I cast on and in only a few days had a completed project and a great big sense of relief.  On Sunday, I cast on for a second and am nearly finished!
I made it up as I went, but may publish a pattern on Ravelry once I finish this second one.  If I do, I'll post a link in a future Yarn Along.

ps...still reading Dracula.  Will finish.  Will pass on.  But so far, it's really kind of eh.

The First Day of Summer, but really the second

Technically, Friday was the first day our family was on summer vacation.

It was not a normal summer day though because Daddy stayed home from work to take the now 3rd grader golfing for his first day of vacation.  The now kindergartner and I did our grocery shopping.  Then the afternoon was spent doing various chores and family stuff.  None of us could even remember it was Friday and not Saturday.

So after a busy long weekend, today is our first day of summer vacation.  With the bigger one off to golf lessons with Grandpa, me and my little buddy finished mopping floors, took the dog for a walk, did some laundry, read piles of books, worked on some math lessons and weeded the flower beds.  Then, with both my boys home and Grandpa gone until tomorrow's golf lesson, we packed a picnic lunch and went to a nearby park.  Now, as I type, it is rest time.  A required half hour of rest for reading, resting, coloring, anything quiet.

The stickler in all of this is the broken foot that I'm still nursing.  Broken last fall, misdiagnosed until the end of March, in an aircast since Easter, it is still definitely broken.  Our morning walk with the dog was more like a limp for 2 blocks.  The dog and the boy were both running/biking circles around me the entire time.  The trip to the park, just 3 blocks away, was the boys on bikes and me in the car.  I drove with my hazards blinking, creeping along to keep an eye on them and stopping in the middle of intersections while they carefully walked their bikes across the street.  It was a good thing though, after lunch and all that playing, the littlest legs just couldn't pedal one more inch on the way home.  With one bike hanging out of the trunk, one boy yahoo-ing in the back seat, it was a "race" home...at 5 mph and hazards still flashing.

I'm chalking the whole broken foot thing up to just one more way God is forcing me to slow down.  Slow down, take my time and also work just a little harder at those things I want.  It's easy to take the park 3 blocks away for granted, many a summer day as come and gone in the past and we've forgotten about it, but today we had to work just a little harder to figure out how to get there, how to get what we wanted because it was worth the getting.