Feeling a little craftey

There are lots of things I could have done today. I mean I actually have a list, though I am not sure where it is.

There seems to be a fair bit of clutter, and taking the few minutes to tidy, a thought that sort of wafted across my mind, then evaporated, was just not doable.

So what had my attention for the last fourteen hours?

Why knitting of course. And listening to audio books from my library. Actually, the needle and yarn urge started a few days ago, and in the last eight days I have listened to;

Eight Perfect Murders by Peter Swanson

The Ink Black Heart by Robert Galbraith (JKR)

The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny

The Madness of Crowds by Louise Penny

All the Devils Are Here by Louise Penny (can you tell I am getting prepped for her newest one that has just been released today I think called A WORLD OF CURIOSITIES.

I am happiest knitting and listening.

I just finished this one for a friend and started working on another when something else caught my eye. (You know me, waylaid by another flashy thing)

This:

So that is what I am working on for the moment. Shouldn’t take too long then its back to the hat I love.

So from North of 43 I bid you adieu as I hasten back to the drawing board, I mean the needles and yarn!

Chris G Tuesday November 22, ‘22

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I am not very good at a lot of things

But I persist.

There are crafts that I do that I am not particularly fluid at, nor am I fast.

But I persist.

The result has been rather surprising.

Because I persist.

I must have been about five when my poor optimistic mother tried to teach me to darn. You know, last century, post war, people darned. She showed me how to put this round hard thingy into a sock and apply needle and thread.

Now I see why it is called a Darning Mushroom

Thoroughly disgusted I remember thinking very clearly, ’I’m gonna buy new ones.’

About the same time she taught me to knit, the traditional garter stitch scarf. Curious, I tried, and after a few rows, pretty pleased with my creative self, held it up to see an ever narrowing piece at a dreadful angle.

At least I persisted in a consistent slanting manner.

But it did destroy any inclination to continue and firmly set in my young mind that I was Not Creative.

In my teens, the mother of my high school boyfriend was very creative. She was a most amazing woman who taught me a lot, not the least of which was to knit and sew. And I actually found myself feeling creative. I made coats, dresses, and capes, and knitted actually patterns and stitches that required some skill.

When I was expecting my first (that’s what we called it last century), I began to crochet and made the most darling baby blanket with pinks and blues and whites – that promptly fell apart on washing ( I had not quite nailed down the securely joining colours thing), and gave up doing anything.

Then in my forties, thanks to my Auntie Fran I started again: cross-stitch, knitting, crocheting. Frannie was very artsy-crafty and inspired me.

By the time I was sixtyish I got adventurous and sought out ever increasing patterns believing such activity would help protect from dementias and general getting old stuff.

And I persisted.

Some pieces I started and restarted ten times or more.

And I persisted.

Still slow, still having to redo and redo – I persist.

A small sampling of persistence.

This was the first Aran knit specifically chosen to challenge my mind
I have made 8 of these of ten for a select few. Auntie Fran was the first.
This was the third of four I am making of The Dude Sweater from the Big Lebowski. One for each son and grandson
I made this for my bestie in 2007
Made all of scarves. This was a fun fave for awhile
When G2 read Harry Potter made this Gryffindor for him
I have made countless mitts and hats to give away to homeless
I find my attention going back to cross-stitch and this pattern I started years ago. Working on a black background is directly linked to increased proficiency in cursing. Loudly

In my three score plus ten plus five I discovered I don’t need to rush, to be first at anything. In fact there are lots of times it pays not to be first. I also discovered that I will never be a master of anything ( I still can’t properly cross-stitch so that the back of the Aida looks the same as the front) and that it is just fine.

I have discovered there is a great deal of satisfaction to be gotten if one only will persist.

Chris G Wednesday February 23rd ’22