Support a Worthy Cause

Dearest Readers,

Melinda of Pipe Dreams and Purling Plans, a blog of which I am quite fond, has created a fabulous giveaway to offer in exchange for your support in her 3day walk for the Suman G. Komen Fund for the Cure. For those of you who do not know about the3day walk, it is an amazing and grueling event in which the participants walk a total of sixty miles, twenty miles each of the three days of the trek. Along the way, the women will be fed, hydrated, and housed in tents all in support of their effort. There are several locations for this event all over the US, and Melinda will be walking in Washington DC, her third 3day, in memory of her mother. Please take a moment to read her blog and see if you think this is worthy cause for a few of your hard earned dollars, even in these hard times.

Needing Something New

I have not crocheted a single hexagon since bringing the kiddies out to the grandparents on Monday. Sigh. How could I have lost my momentum? I was doing so well! It’s amazing how a chance of scenery can disrupt your daily pattern, and you can never be quite sure just how it will all work. Regardless of the reasons, I haven’t been picking up the hook even in those spare few minutes I’ve had between the numerous crises created by two small toddlers. Almost all of those fleeting moments have been spent napping. How I need those naps!!

Since being here, I’ve found myself day dreaming about all of the clothes that I could create once the belly has gone along its merry way after genetic experiment III has concluded. And I keep dreaming of this lovely object, the Scarf Tucked Coat by Helen Hamann. I never though I would have the patience to take this on, but if I do manage to finish this crazy afghan then maybe I’ll be able to convince myself to undertake the coat. I absolutely love big, over-sized sweaters and Dorkchic’s awesome FO is really so inspiring! I’m so very loving the orange, but I have a feeling I might end up with skeins and skeins of chartreuse in the near future. Can’t start a new project without new yarn, right?

No pictures today… I’m so lame.

Meditation

Because of the lust I feel for the Haverhill Throw from Garnet Hill, I have started to crochet an afghan…

This is big news as, for the most part, I hate to crochet. And I have tried several times to knit a blanket, even a scarf–and please don’t mention that stole right now–and have never managed to finish a single one of those projects. Every one that was begun, has been ripped apart and the yarn recycled for something else. Now I am crocheting an afghan. It’s a crazy world.

When I first started, all I could think about was how many hexagons I had to make before I would be finished, and then I would sink into feeling overwhelmed at the sheer enormity of the task, a habit to which I have consistently conformed. I had never crocheted before this, and it has taken me a while to get started as I had to teach myself both how to crochet, and how to crochet this particular shape, the hexagon. Once the learning curve began to even out and I made it past twenty octagons, I found a rhythm and now I have at least seventy completed. Seventy! By concentrating on one row, one shape, one color, at a time, I got over that hump of stagnating inertia crippling any progress that might have been in favor of anxiety. It is a huge relief to know that I am trudging along at a steady clip and enjoying the work as I go.

It also helps that the fiber is delicious. I’m using Alpaca with a Twist’s Highlander, a blend of alpaca, merino, microfiber and viscose. I’m loving the little bits of tweed as well as the colors. Being able to switch from color to color in a short amount of time and chosing the combinations for each little guy has definitely kept my interest, and when I do make mistakes, it normally doesnt’ take so much time to correct.

Speaking of mistakes, this experience has been an excellent exercise in letting go of my perfectionist ways. Not that they’re entirely eliminated, but it seems that crochet is a little more forgiving than knitting. There are a few things I won’t let slip, but if I miss/add a double crochet here or there, I’ve found that it doesn’t really matter all that much, especially since I’m planning on making close to two hundred or so. Actually, I’m still not sure how many I’m going to make… enough to make a good sized afghan, but not a bed spread I guess.

One of the things I love most about knitting is how relaxing, and significantly mind-quieting, I find the repetition. It helps with the insomnia I’ve suffered for years, and it takes the edge off when my emotions get the upper hand and I lose my calm. It’s something I can do when the kids are playing and still manage to be somewhat present, and it makes those few shows that I do watch feel a little less like such a wasteful time sink. And these are things I never managed to feel while crocheting before, but that have now, thankfully, crept into this project. Everyday, this afghan is feeling less like a labor of love, and much more like a meditation.

Now, if only I could figure out what to do with that craft room!