I’ve been doing so much crafting lately that I’m a wee bit giddy.
First of all, I seem to be nearly done with my Watershed:
The yarn is such a lovely fuchsia colour, and soooo smooshy and rich-feeling. I’ve checked the yarn label several times, because it’s just so hard to believe this is superwash merino. (Yarn: Great Adirondacks.) The yarn is so good the project just flies.
I may also have made a tiara.
I’ve made a few tiaras before, had one in Beadwork magazine even, but never made more than one every few months or so. When Abby sent out the call for door prizes for Stringtopia, I jokingly suggested I could donate a tiara…and people practically begged me to actually do it.
So the blue one with the star is winging its way to Ohio to be awarded to some lucky spinner at the end of this month.
I’d forgotten how much I love making tiaras. I’ve toyed with the idea of setting up an Etsy shop to sell a few here and there, but just never got around to it. But now that my fingers seem to be itching to make the sparklies again, well. I can’t exactly keep them all, can I?
Is it Real Life or is it Blogging?
Mardi asked a really interesting question in the comments from last time.
In what way is blogging not “real life”, especially when one is a professional blogger??
That resonated with me, and I’ve been coming back to this question over and over the past few days. There is a sense for me that if I am writing, I am somehow stepping back from the rest of life for a bit, sifting through my experiences, evaluating them to see which ones might interest you folks to read, which ones would interest me to write about. That sense of evaluating my experiences, of putting them together for an audience, of editing their stories and illustrating them with photos, that sensation feels a bit Other Than Real Life to me.
So there’s what I write about, and there’s the act of writing. Except for when I get all meta on myself and write about writing (oh, look, doing it now!), the writing feels separate, apart. Writing is a way for me to document my life, my craft, my thoughts; it’s also just something I have to do or else I get darn squirrely.
So is it real living, the time when I am writing? Well, sure. I’m a writer; I have to write, I can’t help it and I need it to thrive and grow. However, over the past few years, as I’ve spent more and more time writing for pay, I’ve fallen into an easy trap, the trap of writing about crafting without actually crafting. I could go for months at a time when I worked on Knitting Daily, writing my head off about seaming and bust darts and yarn (oh my!), but not actually having the energy or time to pick up needles and wool.
After a while, when I keep writing about making without actually making, I feel…thin. Not physically thin, of course, but thin in terms of that vibrancy, that singing tuning fork within me that is the source of all my best work, whether it be in sparklies or in merino or in words. That tuning fork is what’s True within me; get too far from it, and its vibrations lose their strength and power.
I think that’s what I’ve been doing lately: Finding ways to give that tuning fork something to sing about. Knitting fuchsia yarn makes it sing, as does sitting at my bead table again.
Spinning this ain’t too bad either.
That is the first batt I ever made, created in one of Abby’s drumcarding classes at SOAR 2009. This batt is named “Non-Dromedaries Eat Melons” and is merino, tencel, and camel. (Why the name? Why not?)
I kind of love it.
Oh. And by the way… I think Cal needs some handspun silk sewing thread. She’s coming up this way to teach soon; I might have to find a way to slip some into her bag.
This dog needs a crate. Or doggy daycare. Or something.
Great office supplies we covet: I need one of these. I think all of us need one, actually.
Ever wonder which loaf in the store is the freshest? I love tiny bits of useful info like this.
And while we on the subject of food: If you crave a quick brownie (and who doesn’t?): Microwave Brownie in a Mug (and single serving version).
Finally…an addictive time-waster that is actually fascinating and teaches you something. Thank me later. (Don’t forget to take pee breaks.)
Some of the many photos that disappeared from my son’s camera card were of the neighbor’s dogs on top of their house (from the family visit to Mexico). Big dogs, hanging out on the not-peaked roofs of the little house.
Sometimes, Sandy, I think it’s still hard for those of us who were born analog to think of the Blogosphere / Ravelry / Online World as being a reality. But – without it, we wouldn’t know each other, and so much love would be missing from our lives! Writing here is your way of embracing the community as well as sharing yourself; it is part of your art as well as your craft.
By the way, that perfect spindle in the photos? Please tell me who made it and where one could get such a lovely thing… my herd of spindles needs one! (The fibre is pretty lovely, too.)
I can’t believe I’m seeing photos of beads! I love the tiaras. If you were to open an Etsy shop, I’d buy one.
I had a similar stapler for several years–it was alligator-shaped rather than hippo-shaped, and yellow instead of blue–and it was one of my favorite birthday presents ever. I got so much more use out of that dollar-store stapler than the rosewood needles in the same gift bag! (I just don’t use long straight knitting needles, however pretty.)
oooo – sparklie tiaras – very pretty.
I’m thrilled to be in Sara’s workshop at SOAR with you.
and thank you very much for the time waster – I got all carried away with it and now I see flashing lights.
how marvelous to make a single serving of a brownie – hot chocolately goodness to eat all up at once…certainly assuages the guilt of making a whole panful…and then eating it all! thank you!
Very pretty tiaras. And yarn. And prose. And fun, esp. with that last link.
Oh My Bob–A William stapler… Want! I have had a ceramic William since I was about 6 and went to the Met. Mom got me magnets a couple of years ago. The two stick together and make a complete William!
I love all the things you make, and everything but of course the reason I’m writing a comment is the thing about the bread. You mean there isn’t a “best before”-date printed on the ties? That is how you can tell in Germany. There is also a color, and all clips with the same color have the same date. And the freshest is always in the back so you buy the oldest first.
I’m astounded at the dog. How on earth did it get up there? I love your tiaras, every girl needs to feel like a princess every once in a while. I love your fiber and the name is perfect. Thank you for brightening up my day with your posts. You were the reason I signed up for Knitting Daily, and I’m happy there is still a blog with your wonderful wisdom and wit.
I’d recommend just taking the extra time and continuing to read the best-before dates on the bread: http://www.snopes.com/food/prepare/breadtag.asp
I feel that way when I join my husband on doing things like playing Pokemon or other video games. I enjoy them while I am actually doing them, but in a few days I start to feel anxious that I haven’t made anything. I usually say it is because I don’t have anything to show for my time, but that is only part of it. Sometimes my crafting is so slow that it is the same thing as not having anything to show for my time.
I love your tiaras.
And I know what you mean about actually crafting, vs. writing about crafting. Hard to keep it going sometimes. And then there’s the crafting that must not be talked about, yet, which doesn’t make it any easier! But it’s all good.
Ooooh, you wrote about me!!
Must sit down now…feeling a bit woozy…
I love that the other site is called WiseBread!!