I’ve now written a blog post every day for four weeks solid. If you had told me a month back that I would be able to do this, I would not have believed you. Maybe it’s like anything else: You just keep going, and sooner or later, you have a knitted cardigan, or a woven strap for a bag.
I’m not sure where this is all going after Twelfth Night (which I have decided will be my last day of blogging-every-single-day), but I wanted you-who-read-this to know something…
To you, the Readers
Dear Anne, Suze, Fiberlicious, and all of You-Who-Read,
Anne, Suze, and Fiberlicious, I re-read your messages to me just now, and I wanted you to know that I was really touched by what you said. Each of you said, in some way or another, that you missed my writing on Knitting Daily. Each of you took the time to figure out how to contact me, and then to write me and tell me that somehow, my writing had made some sort of difference to you and your life.
That’s the greatest compliment a writer could ever ask for. Well, I suppose that’s the greatest compliment anyone could ask for, no matter what it is that we do in our waking hours. We all dream of Making A Difference. Hearing from you, and from others who have spoken to me, or written to me, or left a comment on the blog…well, I thought you ought to know that your words make a difference to ME.
On days when I’ve felt like I’m “not doing anything important,” on days when I have felt as though what I do isn’t, somehow, “enough,” I’ve remembered things that you, and other readers, have said, and it has kept me writing. More than that, really; it has kept me challenging myself to explore, to think, to craft, to create, to make, and then to find a way to write about all of that. I’m not saving the world, I’m not curing cancer, I’m not even making very much money…but through all of you, and the things you say and write, I am learning something important about making stuff, and about writing.
I don’t know where this all is taking me. Mostly, I am just very grateful to have your encouragement, your support, and your thoughtful commentary and feedback along the way.
(How does three times a week sound, starting January 7th?)
Progress: House Stuff
This is another wall quilt I purchased on Etsy, and we finally got it up on the wall:
That one is by carmenjass of Minnesota. It’s beautiful work, and the fabrics are vibrant batiks. Want a close-up? Sure you do:
I’ve done all but about 40 picks (throws-of-the-shuttle) on the first strap of two for the pick-up bag. This was taken when I was only about half-way done:
I spent some time adjusting my camera, trying to get a better shot of the True Colours. I don’t think I’ve figured it out yet, but here’s another attempt:
The green is GREEN, not yellow. The pink is FUCHSIA. Weirdly enough, the other two colours are actually about right.
Looking at this now, I think I’m not beating the weft firmly enough. Or something else is wrong, because I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that. I think the weft is supposed to show that much, and I think it’s too, wellllll…too flat. Not enough bumpyness, if you will. I think the weft is supposed to pull more tightly, so that it disappears more and the thick warps stick up as bumps more.
Heck, what do I know. I need to go look at some pictures.
I think it’s funny that my phrase “colour-deafness” hit such a chord (oh, sorry!) with everyone. I was thinking about that phrase after I posted the blog entry last night, and I realized it was a bit ironic. Ironic as in: I’m one of those folks who actually can hear colours. They make sounds for me, like brown is a bit like an oboe, and green is higher and lighter-sounding. It’s called synesthesia, and I thought everyone was like this up until about ten years ago. I was working as a computer nerd at UC San Diego, and one of the grad students was explaining his research project to me…and I was a little shocked at why he would be studying “people who hear colours” as though that was unusual. I asked him why he didn’t study folks who DIDN’T hear colours, actually. That’s when he looked at me, smiled, and asked me what sound blue made. He explained that not everyone could answer that.
Kinda weird, thinking about my phrase “colour deafness” now. I used to be a musician, one would think that if I can hear the sounds colours make, then I would be able to choose which ones go together…right? Blows my mind, because I never thought about it that way. I thought the sounds were, I don’t know…not part of the “colours going together” equation, somehow. I thought you kind of had to close your ears when you chose colours…because…Dude. Seriously. Some of the colour combinations out there? Seriously hard on the ears.
Today, you get two: A Pretty, and a Geeky.
Speaking of colours, the sky made some nice ones here last night.
Doctor Who Nesting Dolls. All 11 Doctors. They fit inside the TARDIS.
Because it’s bigger on the inside…