Every winter I try to teach myself new skills. It is supposed to be a time of learning, reawakening creativity, and certainly one of discovery.
This year I decided I would learn to do rughooking. The method is like knitting-it is traditional only in the sense of how to use your tools. The creativity is endless. Of course, I have wanted to do rughooking for so many years, I cannot imagine how long it has been. I have started a project. I put it in my pea brain how I wanted it to look. Since it isn't looking like I imagined, it has become a frustration. I don't know what is the matter with my work. It isn't satisfying me. I know I am my own worst critic. Sigh!
I also have been knitless for any big projects. I like to have at least one challenging project that makes me crazy and gives me something to complain about. So I decided I would do a Sanquhar sampler scarf. That is another skill I wanted to learn, so I ordered Beth Brown-Reinsel's DVD on her gloves. I just couldn't get into making a pair of gloves in a fidgety pattern. So the scarf was a good alternative.
I ordered the yarn, and it should have been here last week. Everything is delayed due to weather. Yesterday I looked at the tracker and UPS transferred the package to the post office! How crazy! Hopefully I will get it today.
Sunday night I was so out of sorts since I had nothing on needles. The TV shows are so mindless that I cannot sit still in a chair and pay attention to the show. I hastily cast on a pair of socks. I don't need any socks, but it was easy to cast on and get going. After the heel I will have to decide who they are for so I can make them the right length.
I did cast on a simple hat pattern last Tuesday when the newest snow storm blew in. I finished that Friday night. I used leftover yarns, and it knit very quickly.
I have also finished one skein of my orange yarn. It is very, very soft and squishy and really, really lovely. I realized that I buy roving seasonally. I bought this last Fall when I was in a very orange-y mood. Right now I am more into pinks and greens and light blues. I am trying very hard to get this orange finished. It is really pretty. I have also refused to buy any new rovings-especially the pinks, greens, and blues. I don't need any new fiber. Sigh!
I have been trying to block out time during the horrible winter weather. It is so amazing that we have had the most gorgeous nice winter until February. Then the ugly hit. I am so thankful that I am not in the frigid north, but this is more cold than I like. I think it is being forced to stay indoors that does it for me. Right now we are in a warm up phase, which means mud. I will take mud over snow/ice any day.
I have been watching several quilting videos I have. I have learned some new ideas, but for the most part it is just a way to past time. I like the refreshers on color and color theory. Some of the information I used to know, and suddenly I slap my forehead and say Duh! Why didn't you remember this?
Patty is slowing changing. I have to keep an eye on her regularly. I think she is having mini-strokes some days. She had a rough day a coupla days ago. I once thought Noodles would die first, and Patty and I could go on trips together. It doesn't look that way now. I won't be going on too many trips with her at all. I would like to go out to the woods for some hiking, and I think she could manage fine right now. I am just waiting for a warmer day to do so-with some sunshine.
The birds are eating me out of house and home. Well, the squirrels are helping. I notice that the colors are brighter on the finches and cardinals. The songs are a little different, too. First signs that the weather is changing.
Life is surely strange. I don't think I ever imagined that I would live this long. I know I am young chronologically, but I just never thought I would live this long. Now I have blood pressure problems, and it seems odd. I know that we never know when the end will be.
I was lying in bed and thinking. I thought about my friend George, and I felt a heaviness in my chest. It is strange that mostly I don't feel sad about his passing, but then last night I did. I am so thankful that he passed so quickly. He was so fearful and that was difficult to manage. I thought of others that have passed on, too, and it was a reflective time to ponder the meanings of things we do.
Well, on that gloomy note I guess I better get moving along. I have lots to do, but I have little motivation right now. It is probably the overcast, gray skies and the chilly dampness. Have a great week!