So the V is complete, and I am working on the right side arm of the V. With so much of the pattern done I can see what it’s supposed to look like when finished, I can see the pattern in the V and now I can envision it’s size and, more importantly, how beautiful it is going to look when finished. Working on this pattern has made me appreciate those that make up their own patterns; the time, effort, design, and ingenuity that goes along with making a pattern. I can also appreciate the time and effort put into making such a thing as a gift for someone else (or for yourself). I think that appreciation has been lost on a lot of people nowadays. Most anything we, as consumers, buy is made overseas, and very cheaply. If it gets stained or ripped or breaks, it’s made so cheaply that we don’t think twice about throwing something away and going out and buying something new to replace it. There is no thought behind the thing that is stained or ripped or broken, it’s just a thing that can be cheaply replaced.
Something handmade, something knitted or crocheted or sewn or baked or cooked, is not cheaply made, either with supplies or time. It is precious and should be treated that way.
Windy, chilly and rainy today so it’s a very lazy day. Lots of napping, watching American Pickers, and working on crafty stuff. I bought some extra large t-shirts at the local goodwill (half off of course) to make into t-shirt yarn so I can get me started on those crochet baskets I keep talking about. I’m so stoked that my crafty room is finally coming together! I’ve got my cutting desk, my sewing table, my sewing machine…now I just need to find my sewing machine foot pedal.
I don’t think I told you, but Wolfie died late last month. Totally unexpected and quite a shock. Up until when I found her she was very active, following me and the dogs around the yard, chasing birds, jumping the fence, always outside and only coming in to eat. Before I left Florida she was getting pretty thin, but my neighbors said (since they have a dozen cats and have had cats all their lives) that that is just what happens to older cats, they get skinny as they get older. So I didn’t think anything of it, because she was still eating and drinking and still active.
It must have been several hours into her permanent slumber when I found her asleep under my BIL’s bed, because rigor mortis had already set in. (Not totally, but it was still traumatic.) I cried for probably 8 hours. We buried her outside, because she loved to be there. My face hurt by the end of the day.
I still miss her walking around the yard with me and giving a hard time to the other neighborhood cats. And she purred all. the. time. I miss her purring.
Anyway, she had a good life and was the sweetest cat. I’ve compiled a bunch of my favorite photos of her in this montage. It’s been too difficult to talk about until now.
Rogue, her sister, doesn’t seem to care much, but they weren’t close; they never really liked each other. A lot like some human sisters I know (not me, I like my sister.)
The other puppies are keeping me company to help fill the void. They are so cute and active it’s difficult for me to stay sad for too long. I must have my grief and move on, time waits for no one.
I’m busy with my knitting and crochet and *finally* getting my sewing desk set up downstairs. Yay! I have a full basement crafty room! woot woot! WITH a futon! yeah baby! Now I don’t have to leave the basement to take a nap! Life goals, right?
I just seem to have a terrible attitude when it comes to waiting. I think it’s because I’m getting older. I’ve noticed that in a lot of older people over the years, they have very little patience. Consider my mom, for example. I’m trying to explain to her how to use the remote to access Netflix so she can watch her shows. If the TV doesn’t turn on and switch over to Netflix immediately after she presses that button she’s busy pressing it over and over and over again and then, because she’s been pressing the buttons too much and too often, she totally gives up. Or getting her to use a smart phone, which would be so much easier to send photos and type and text when sending info to us kids, she wants no part of it. So instead, she has a flip phone and has to squint to see the buttons so she knows how many times she needs to push the 7 key to type “s”.
I even have lost my patience when it comes to doing things I really don’t want to do, but should do it for my spouse’s sake; like watch one of those dumb Alaskan wilderness/outback/living-off-the-earth reality shows. Don’t get me wrong, I am impressed with what those people do and props to them for wanting to do it; I’m just not interested in watching it, no matter who it’s for. It’s a waste of my time when I could be reading a book or knitting or crocheting and listening to some awesome music. I can relate to Marc Maron in his new comedy special when he talks about not wanting to do something because he’s “not sure how much time he has left”. I get it.
I’m trying to reach a happy medium but I don’t think I’m even close yet. Still working on it.
Yes, I know, it has been way too long overdue. I’m getting there, believe me.
See? I have all my yarns at the ready and I am now at the point where I am working on the right side of the ‘V’. It’s going well, I’ve got the stitches down pat and now can just work away at finishing this one side and then starting on the left. This has been a great challenge for me and a way to really stretch myself and work beyond my comfort zone. This is going to look and feel so beautiful when it’s finished. And since it has taken me so long I’m keeping it for myself. Yep, I’m being selfish. Once I feel a little more confident on working it and can work it like a production line instead of grandma on a lazy winter day with no deadline in mind, I’ll make another. One thing at a time.
And now, time for a late dinner. I hope you have a great evening. Try to be patient. Unlike me.