I am so stinkin’ excited to get to share my latest magazine project with you at long last. My Zebra Bolster is in Simply Crochet Issue 79 and I love it! But guess what, I didn’t love it initially. I had an idea in my head for playing around with some zebra stripes, but I had to work through a few things to make it mag worthy.
I’ve never been a huge animal print kinda gal, but I do love bold patterns and colors. When my daughter got her own room, we embraced all things animal for her room decor. Even though we were on a shoestring budget, we were able to pull together pieces from Target clearance and secondhand items to coordinate with her warm color, stripy IKEA bedspread. For her 2yo birthday, she got a cozy, loungy mini-armchair with funky zebra stripes. This was, honestly, the first time I thought, “Huh - black and white, eye-catching pattern. What’s not to like about zebra stripes?”
When I thought of designing an animal print pattern - channeling my inner zebra seemed like a no-brainer. 🦓 You know what’s not a no-brainer? How to take orderly stitches and create an organic, varied pattern. Then having to re-insert regularity back in so that the maker a) didn’t go crazy from micromanaging stitch counts and b) could be bite sized enough to fit in a magazine.
My initial pitch was for a table runner with the stripes going the short way across. I thought this seemed like a good accent for some animal flair in home decor, but I had my creative blinders on a bit. I have only been in 3 places in my life where that would fit in. 1) the ridiculously posh and over-decorated apartment of the new divorcee for whom I babysat in college 2) the lux, grandiose holiday house in Birmingham we stayed at for my brother’s wedding and 3) a Rainforest Cafe franchise.
The editors sure know what they’re doing. They liked an element of the pattern, but identified it as a better fit for a decorative cushion. As soon as they said this, I felt silly for not seeing it myself. When they were thinking a long bolster pillow, we started workshopping various options. Which way should the stripes go? Border or no border? Zipper or buttons? It was one of those reverse hourglass dialogues where you start with a contained idea, branch out into all kinds of divergent possibilities and then home in on a far superior finished product.
And superior it is. It was a bit of a beast to get it to play how I wanted, but it was so worth it. I love this one! I love the large, long layout. I love how the horizontal stripes reach, stretch and lengthen. I love the long, easy sewed on zipper. And I love, love, love how the black border join is like a classy picture frame for your work.
So check it out! If you can’t access issue 79 of Simply Crochet, you can check out the pattern on Ravelry. Give it some love while you’re there and let me know if you give it a try!
Last night we watched a quintessential Christmas movie - Home Alone. As I was watching it this time, one thing stood out to me. Throughout the whole movie - the snow sparkles. In both nighttime and daytime scenes, the snow looks like a glitter bomb burst (not unlike the old Marshall Fields Christmas window and walk-through displays). I’m not sure whether the glimmer of snow indicates whether it was fake or real, all I know is that it caught my eye and I have never noticed it before.
I wonder if my state of mind has something to do with this. This year has been a tough one with lots of chronic sickness - especially for the kiddos. In my anniversary card to Nic, I wrote that I wonder if we will remember 2018 as the year of specialist appointments. A couple of weeks ago, Nic took Mr. 6 to the doctor because we had to pick him up from school again. His tummy was in a lot of pain. The doctor ran a couple of tests and I didn’t think much of it until we got a call back. It turns out that he likely has celiac (can’t eat gluten) - which would explain so. many. things. We saw a gastroenterologist earlier this week and we need a biopsy to confirm this diagnosis or to indicate if something else is going on. So, we’re waiting. If this whole year has felt like a slog, then this month in particular has felt painted in tar (imagery fresh in my mind thanks to Home Alone).
But in the tarry slog, some things sparkle through. I have found myself noticing more and appreciating more of the things that bring light and joy this season. In January of this year, I started Gray Day Crochet and this has brought me to some of the biggest sparkles in this Christmas season. One of my Facebook crochet groups did a crochet secret Santa and it stunned me with awesomeness. I’ve never gotten gifts from a fellow crocheter before and it is like if you could buy gifts for yourself, but keep it a total surprise. Squee! I just want to squish and snuggle everything.
But the biggest crochet highlight this year has been tapping into the creativity extravaganza called Gift-Along 2018. On Ravelry, 349 designers have joined together for crochet and knit frivolity. Sales, prizes, inspiration- but mostly - encouragement. Everyone is sharing their fun new discoveries and giving all kinds of new things a try at the most giving and gifty time of year. There’s even a ridiculously cute challenge called an Oopadoo for participants who complete at least 1 of the 6,000+ patterns in each of the 8 categories: Hats & Head Things, Baby Things, Arm & Hand Things, Foot & Leg Things, Shawls & Stoles, Cowls/Scarves & Other Neck Things, Toys/Home Things and Sweaters & Other Garments.
GAL2018 is the thing I look forward to at the end of a long day. The fun/funny discussion forums are an antidote to all the waiting and help keep me out of other medical research wormholes. I’ve already planned about 50 projects I want to do next year from all the fantastic new ideas. It has helped me to look for the sparkle around me. I find myself looking for things that twinkle without realizing it. GAL2018 is helping me to accentuate the positive and latch on to the affirmative.
Having these moments of glitter and brightness help so much. I’m big on Christmas, but the light is the thing I keep coming back to. It’s in the darkness and uncertainty that the light pierces through, giving focus, hope and direction.
So, as a reminder of all this sparkle and light, this is my 2018 Christmas ornament pattern. I hope it brings smiles, light and joy to the people you share it with.
With sport weight yarn in green, red and white
Hook: G/6 (4.25mm)
Foundation: ch 3, sl st in first ch to form ring.
Rnd 1: (With green) ch 2 (counts as sc) 11 sc in ring, sl st in top of 2nd ch of first st to join (12 sc)
Rnd 2: ch 3 (counts as dc) *ch 3, sl st in next st, ch 3, dc in next st* rep from * to * 4 times, sl st in top of 3rd ch of first st to join (6 points)
Rnd 3: ch 1, *sc in top of dc, ch 5, (sk ch 3, sl st, ch 3) sc in top of dc of next point* rep from * to * 5 times, sl st in top of first sc to join, fo (6x ch 5, sc reps)
Rnd 4: (With red) ch 2 (counts as sc) *5 sc in ch 5 sp, sc in sc* rep from * to * 4 times, 5 sc in ch 5 sp, sl st in top of first sc to join, fo (6x sc, 5 sc reps)
Rnd 5: (With white) ch 2 (counts as sc) sc in each sc around, fo (36 sc)
Finishing: Weave in ends. Tie 8” piece of yarn through one stitch to hang ornament.
My fave parenting wormhole of the moment? Growth mindset. Instead of viewing knowledge as a binary categorization (yes = I know this, no = I don’t know this), not knowing is an indication of potential to grow. If learning is trial and error, then each time I fail, I am discovering an opportunity to learn, grow, improve and get smarter. This is part of what I LOVE about coming up with new crochet designs. I am taking the unknown (how do I make ‘x’?) and making it known through strategizing, trying, failing, re-strategizing and trying again.
As much as I embrace this way of thinking, I still often find myself thinking, “Did it work?” and using the y/n answer as the final answer for a particular task. But this week I was challenged to revisit something that I classed as a “no” - I tried to finish a shawl, but I was running out of yarn. I played my usual game of yarn chicken and I came up at least 3 feet short :(
This was the last yarn I had bought for the shawl and the yarn was discontinued. I really, really wanted that last row, but it seemed impossible. So I set it down for a bit to focus on other things. I had honestly resigned myself to rip out that last bit, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. If anything in crocheting should fall into a binary categorization, it would be, “Do I have enough yarn?” Yes or no? 0 or 1? It turns out, I was wrong.
Crocheting, like all creative arts, is influenced by myriad variables. Weight, fiber, hook size - even humidity - all play a major role in your finished product, without changing any stitches. I had forgotten the one thing I could change in the final row of a project without changing anything else. This could magically multiply my available yarn. Any guesses? (Mom - I know you’ve got this already and you’re not even a crocheter. 😉) Tension. Of course! I know that others know this, but I had never done it before. You rip your last couple of rows and then re-work them with a tighter tension.
Well. I’ll. Be.
I had enough! I made it to the end and was able to work the last row I was so keen on keeping. *small victory dance of joy here*
Crochet hack #1: Yarn too short? Rip a couple of rows and try again with a tighter tension.
What did I learn? Well, other than the importance of considering tension, I was reminded that even things seeming like a final answer might not be. It is worth pausing, percolating and investigating further. In my yarn 🧶 chicken 🐓 moment, I exhausted everything I could think of, but I hadn’t actually exhausted everything - I just didn’t know it yet.
Another thing I was reminded of is the concept of “truthiness” - when something feels true regardless of facts. (Bonus points if you know who coined this term.) Not having enough yarn felt very true in the moment, but the yarn itself wasn’t the only factor. I could change, I could adjust and this made all the difference. I wish I could say that I’m like this in all my relationships, but I do have a tendency to double-down on my “correctness” when I’m convinced I’m right. My hubby and I joke a bit about the times we’re both 100% certain we’re correct - more times than not, he’s right. I think he’s better at knowing “just the facts” and I’m prone to jump to conclusions. It’s a helpful/annoying reminder that just because it feels true, doesn’t mean it is (but sometimes I can know this and I still don’t care.)
And here we have the reason I’m so into the growth mindset concept in parenting. Yes, I care about it in parenting my kids, but I am also parenting myself. Even though trial and error crocheting helps me stretch and grow, there is still a battle waging against what I think is right or wrong, possible or impossible. I want to get quicker at recognizing this tension and, when I feel like I’m jumping to an assumed, final conclusion, to pause and re-calibrate. It may or may not affect the final outcome, but it will help change my mindset and grow me through the process.
My October WIPs
I’m not intrinsically motivated across the board, I am intrinsically motivated when it is goal-directed.
I was on a bit of a YouTube clips binge and I heard a phrase that caught my attention: goal-directed activity. It was describing someone in a manic stage of bi-polar and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m grateful that depression is one struggle I haven’t had to deal with, but I could definitely relate to the concept of extreme motivation from goal-directed activity.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I like to do things. I fancy myself a bit like Leslie Knope, if Leslie Knope has rheumatoid arthritis, fibromyalgia and crocheted instead of quilting. I will happily produce the most amazing binder you’ve ever seen to demonstrate the game plan for the next big adventure. (Yesterday I got to coordinate an event for about 400 people at Parliament House - that’s my kind of fun!) Do you know the episode of Parks and Rec where they had the emergency simulation? I’ve done that! Also, I was in model UN for several years. I don’t mean to big note myself, but I do want to paint a picture. When I heard “goal-directed activity” I thought, “Well that could explain so much...”
My husband and I joke about how he finds nothing better than being able to stay home and relax, but I find relaxing boring and it stresses me out. As a kid, my mom stayed home full time to look after the four of us, but she would often say, “Mari, I don’t think you could stay home full time.” She knows me well. I have always known that I’m intrinsically motivated, but I do struggle with the day to day grind. That’s why the concept of goal-directed activity stuck out to me. I’m not intrinsically motivated across the board, I am intrinsically motivated when it is goal-directed.
I need something to stretch for and aim for. I need to focus on something and it unlocks so much drive and energy that I can’t seem to access in any other way. You know how you can accomplish so much cleaning when you have guests coming over, but it is so darn hard to maintain? Or how having a deadline can finally make things get done? I’m only just realizing how deeply this applies to my psyche. Now that I know it, I want to know how I can make the most out of it.
Even as a kid, I grew out of the idea of “playing” much earlier than I wish I had. But, what I did love were projects and missions. I would play Maren & Maren & Maren Inc. (aka 3M) for my corporate side. Or I would decide to throw a stuffed animal tea party with my sisters. Or I would choreograph a talent show to perform on the ledge of the fireplace. This is one way that I see a lot of myself in my daughter. Give her free time and she is miserable, but give her an agenda or a task and she thrives. (This also helps explain her deep love of school, which she also gets from me.) Once I noticed this in her, I started responding to it. When she’s asks what to do, I help her work out how to set an agenda for herself. And there’s nothing she likes more than doing some kind of activity that will be special for others.
This need for goals to drive motivation and unlock my potential energy helps explain why my Gray Day Crochet adventure has been so wonderful. It gives me projects and activities to focus on in a way that taps into my creative and social inclinations. I am so much happier having a project to work on or a problem to solve than to just Netflix and chill. Don’t get the wrong idea - I do love streaming shows, but the chill part isn’t fun unless I have something to do. Crocheting gives me that. It gets my brain into that sweet zone where I am focused enough on something that I can actually unwind. Thanks to all the amazing supporters who’ve been joining with me on this fun adventure. Thanks for reading the blog, buying the patterns, liking the insta posts and looking for me in your crochet magazines. I never thought I would accomplish so much with it this past year, but I’m thrilled with all of the new places it has taken me to. I’ve hit all of my initial goals, so I think it’s time to set some new ones. Any suggestions?
When wheels have left a runway or driveway, that’s when I feel like a vacation really begins.
I had my first day back at work after a delicious beach vacation and I had no fewer than 5 people tell me, “You look so relaxed!” I’m glad to hear this, but what do I look like normally?!? It is remarkable what a break can do.
When wheels have left a runway or driveway, that’s when I feel like a vacation really begins. That sense of leaving my cares behind does seem to equate with physical distance for me. Even taking a day trip, where I both wake up and go to sleep in my own bed, does wonders. My husband and I joke about our differences. For him, a chance to unwind at home is the ultimate indulgence. I tell him he could be a shower salesman or advocate because he firmly believes in the power of “life-changing showers.” For me, showers are a chore. Another job to be done before you can go on with the adventure of your day. I’m much more likely to advocate for the influence of the “life-changing car ride.”
I think the physical space triggers a healthy process of getting mental space for me. This year, I’ve had an awesome mentor at work and one of the first things she talked me through were perspective exercises. She had me visualize holding a chocolate bar in my hand, unwrapping it and smelling it. I was salivating and felt the intoxicating desire of wanting to eat it. Then she said to imagine putting it on a table. How does this change my perspective of it? What do I think and feel? What if I move it across the table? And then move the table across the room? Now put it in a TV commercial across the room. All of the intensity and desire washes away.
As someone who gets 1000% invested in every problem I am facing, this is a radical shift in thinking of me. I am certainly not advocating we run from our problems, but learning how to set them down, get some mental space and then return isn’t just good for our mental health, it also leads to clearer thinking and better problem solving. I have been trying to practice my perspective taking this year. While it isn’t coming naturally to me, I am improving. I can even see this in my crocheting. The art itself helps shift my focus from other concerns and making up my own patterns is an exercise in problem solving. Sometimes I’ll spend a couple of hours straight, trying and ripping and trying again. I can start to get frustrated and feel hopeless, but guess what - if I put down the hook and come back to it later, that’s usually when I have a breakthrough!
On my vacation, I wanted to crack the code to a triangle shawl I wanted to create. I kept getting the angles wrong. Either too many or too few increases. Just when I thought I had nailed it, I would get further along and see a subtle slant. I went away from it for a night and then I realized - my corners were off! The fixing didn’t need to happen across the straight sides, I needed to tweak the corners. I quickly popped the loop on my hook again and - voila - I got it.
As I’ve started to notice the impact perspective taking has, I’ve been continually stunned by its power in helping my mental health and problem solving. Knowing the benefits makes me choose to seek out opportunities for mental breaks. I no longer view them as indulgences, but as essentials. Even small tips like when you are told to look up from your computer periodically, to look at something green or to just move where you are working starts to unlock these benefits. Since the physical act of moving to a different space unlocks this thinking shift for me, I am trying to seek it out. I want to do more road trips or mini adventures. I know my husband would rather have the time at home for some life-changing showers, so if anyone else wants to be my adventure buddy, let me know and we can hit the road together.
I’ve been pretty quiet for the last few weeks. It’s been one of those spells where life has been equal parts busy and dreary. I’ve been crocheting away, but too drained to post pictures or blog. And a couple of weeks ago, my Nana passed away. This feels sad, but also a relief that she isn’t sick anymore. She was my last living grandparent and it feels like I’ve crossed a threshold. There’s something strange about that layer of my family tree having all shuffled off this mortal coil.
I wasn’t able to travel back for the funeral, but I was able to Skype - so it feels like closure for saying goodbye, but my longing to be close to my family remains. I feel the urge to do something tactile and creative in her memory because I have such vivid tangible memories of her and time at her house. But I feel like I just don’t have the energy yet.
Joe Biden had a great line in his eulogy for John McCain where he promised that one day a memory would flash through our minds and a smile will come to our face before a tear to our eye. I’m not there yet with Nana, but when I am, I think my creative muse will give me the inspiration and energy to make something in her memory.
For now, I wanted to share the memories I wrote that my sister kindly read on my behalf at her funeral. Her life and story was remarkable and this is a slice of some of my memories.
My Nana was a school librarian. She had a clear love of books and learning, but don’t be fooled into thinking she was quiet or demure. She had strong opinions and she didn’t shy away from sharing them. As a school librarian, I pictured her like the hero in a movie about taking a ragtag bunch of kids and whipping them into shape - to win the state championship in a spelling bee or debate.
Sometimes grit and stubbornness are described as two sides of the same coin. I think this is very true for Nana. She could stick with things well beyond when everyone else would give up or think something wasn’t worth it. It seemed like the harder something got, the more Nana would dig in. I think I’ve got a bit of this in me, which means I have to actively try not to be too competitive in board games or I will win at all costs (and burn bridges along the way.) Nana had challenges and obstacles to overcome her whole life she and I think these only refined her inner strength. She was fiercely independent and one of the most strong women I have ever known.
Yet, as strong, stubborn, gritty and independent as she was, there was one consistent soft spot - she had a love of animals that just seemed to melt her. She always had animals in her life. I was only around for some, but the stories of the animals at Nana’s house became legendary - Pandora the poodle (and the frog leg oil incident), Tony the cat, Hammy the hamster. They really were part of the family and it seemed like she could never get enough of them. I remember being fascinated by the bird bath in the backyard and her hummingbird feeder (because I’d never seen one before.) She was always happy to share her love of animals with those around her and they always made her smile. She was like a mama bear - equal parts adoring and protective. And she would go to such great lengths to look after them. Including forcing Bompa to cut a hole in the furnace to rescue wayward Hammy.
She also had a great laugh. While she wouldn’t usually be the one cracking jokes, eliciting a laugh from Nana was like getting a standing ovation. It felt like such a validation. And there were moments of real joy, that I can’t imagine from anyone else. Her “hoo - hoo” meant you dropped your game of Hi Ho Cherry-o and ran to the table. And family gatherings brought out the storyteller in everyone. Everyone had their version of the classics, but Nana considered herself the true authority and made sure to correct any discrepancies between your recollection and hers.
I think it must have been her love of stories that wooed her to be a librarian. Her book recommendations were on point. I still can quote many of the Jack Prelutsky poems from heart (my favorite was “Homework, oh, homework, I hate you, you stink!) She would even get books signed by authors and illustrators and give them to us as gifts. I still cherish these and enjoy sharing them with my kids now and telling them about Nana. Many of my memories of Nana’s librarian days were book related. One of my first memories of Nana’s house was sitting in the den with Evan and listening to the Berenstein Bears on cassette (BOING!) And when I think of the White Bear apartment she lived in, I think of the string of cat mysteries she churned through.
She really seemed to love things with a bit of silliness or a humorous twist. She liked what she liked and there were so many things that must have brought a smile to her face that I found delight in as well. Even 30 years on, I have some visceral memories of things at Nana's house - playing with the jumping peg game, arranging the lights in the ceramic Christmas tree, cracking nuts in the nut bowl, winding the music boxes and playing around on the Casio keyboard. I’m not sure what it was, but there were so many things I only ever seemed to encounter at Nana’s house that they really left an indelible impression.
There were foods I would only have at Nana’s house - like grocery store sheet cake with big frosting roses for our joint birthday cake each year, or green salad (my Mom and Dad’s best shot at getting me to eat pineapple because it was disguised in mini-marshmallows and pistachio pudding.) And of course there was my favorite - KFC chicken littles with instant mashed potatoes! (I think instant mashed potatoes were informally banned in my house, but I knew I could get them at Nana’s and they still are a guilty pleasure of mine.)
Even some of my best childhood adventures were linked with Nana - like setting up the mish mash motel, or three wheeling and playing with model rockets in the field across from her house. She was a good sport for all kinds of shenanigans, but you knew that if Nana was around, she’d keep things reined in before they got too crazy.
It was really hard when she got sick after Bompa died, it felt so surprising and mixed up because Nana always seemed so strong. To see the way Mom and Dad needed to care for her was gut-wrenching. Not because she needed to be cared for, but because it seemed like the Nana I always knew was gone. But as time went on, it seemed like I could start to see some of the story-loving, animal-doting Nana come through, with some of the stubbornness toned down. Even after she started living in the nursing home, it was wonderful that not only could birds still be part of her life, but that when we brought Zoe and Noah to visit her there, they could all enjoy the birds together.
You don’t get to pick what kind of challenges you will have to deal with in life, but I think Nana showed how challenges mean you need to be strong, but you also need to have things that make you smile. In my own life, I hope that I can show this. Especially in sad times, where we have to say a hard goodbye, it is important to be strong, but it is also important to tell stories, celebrate the things you love and smile at the little things along the way.
I love you Nana and I am so grateful for the stories and smiles we’ve shared.
I have found that creativity begets creativity.
On a solo flight before kids (I can’t remember the exact flight and why Nic wasn’t there) I had the pleasure of sitting next to an exceptional woman. She had a pragmatic artist vibe about her. Someone who knows how to make something from nothing, but with a sensible filter for only applying this creativity to viable, valuable products. She was sketching in a journal and her drawing caught my eye. She indulged my curiosity and we started chatting.
She was sketching some new ideas for accessories that embraced ruffles, embroidery and other feminine touches she had observed at fashion week in LA. I asked her if she was a designer and was tickled to learn that she was.
“Who do you design for?”
“Target, really? I love Target!” (The flight was from LAX to MSP so this makes perfect sense. “Do you design accessories?”
“No, actually, I design boys clothes.”
I didn’t have a little man of my own at this point in time. While I knew that Target boys clothes had some fun features and a, sometimes, funky aesthetic, this didn’t match what I saw in her journal. We chatted and she said she just taps into wherever her creativity takes her. She loves feminine flair and made a lot of her own clothes and accessories in her free time. She felt that feeding her creativity in one area resulted in creative bursts in all of her designs. Even though she wasn’t planning on any ruffles in any of her designs for boys, playing with lines, structure and embellishment helped her to explore new ideas. The fact that she was getting paid to turn her designs from ideas into reality felt like meeting the winner of a reality tv show. It seemed like she had struck the vocational lottery and I was in awe.
She had a gorgeous bag she sewed for herself with a swirl of ruffles. I loved the lines and the playfulness, but the fabric seemed to limp after its use. I thought, “If you could crochet those ruffles, they may hold the shape better.” I thought about crocheting ruffles quite a bit as I started to see them pop into many styles. I played around with crocheting them a bit, but I found it hard to nail the tightness of the ruffle with its depth and the way it pulls the base. I experimented quite a bit and my first crochet pattern, the Olivia Ruffle Headband was born.
For about 6 1/2 years that was the only pattern I’ve put out. It took a lot of trial and error and the dividends were pretty small compared to the mountain of time and effort I put in. This didn’t stop me from crocheting, though. I love crocheting, especially when I make it up as I go. The thing I found unsatisfying and frustrating about the first design I made was the unpredictability and lack of control. I had ideas on my head, but really struggled to nail it. Instead, I felt like I never quite got what I wanted. It’s definitely not worth the slog of analyzing every detail and slowly documenting it for something you can’t embrace wholeheartedly. Thoughts of designing patterns were shelved while I focused on other things that gave me much better results.
Last year I decided to conscientiously expand my crochet repertoire. I got the book “Vintage Modern Crochet” because it included sections on Bruges lace and Irish lace - two forms of the craft I adore, but have always been intimidated by. Bruges lace is also know as crochet tape. You work short rows back and forth and it works wonderfully well for joining motifs. Irish lace is the quintessential picture of lace. Delicate white doilies with gorgeous elements joined by a light-as-air mesh. What I didn’t know is that Irish lace is basically freeform. You make an element, place it where you want (traditionally by sewing onto cloth) and work your infill around it to hold it in place. This book is fantastic. I can’t recommend it highly enough. Not only does it have the pictures and charts you need to confidently try something new, but it includes a brief history of the lace. For me, understanding the “why” behind something is as important as the craft itself. These lace techniques helped me learn how to curl and swirl my lines. I learned what to do in crochet when you don’t know what to do. I now had solutions for almost every crochet problem I could think of.
With this newfound knowledge, I dipped my toes into the world of freeform. I’ll do another blog post about freeform crochet sometime, but I wanted to highlight a few lessons I learned:
1) Start with learning what foundations and increase are needed for something to lay flat.
2) Learn how to break out from the row/round with new elements that come from your starting element.
3) Explore 3D with textures, layers and expanding techniques.
These skills gave me a fresh perspective on my crocheting and my trial and error turned from a haphazard chore to a delightful journey. More often than not I can turn an idea from my head into a reality with surprisingly few iterations. It’s like I started to speak the native language of crochet, so I could correctly translate my ideas into reality.
I revisited the idea of the crochet spiral ruffle bag and was able to fix some mistakes from when I tried in the past. I got the right expansion, lift and crinkle to make it work. I was thrilled with the result and it came together surprisingly quickly in the end.
When I launched this website, I also started pitching ideas to magazines. In my first round, Crochet World picked up my Herringbone Scrap Scarf idea. I have been bursting to share about this scarf with you since February! I couldn’t post any pics or specifics until the magazine came out. The scarf is deceptively simple, but I was able to do a slight twist on double crochet to get the gorgeous angled results (plus, it is worked in rich autumnal tones, so it is equal parts nostalgic and inviting.) I never would have pulled this off without my technique learnings from last year. And now, I’m getting paid to turn my designs into reality. While I’m not making “quit your day job” kind of money, it is helping to subsidize my hobby.
Mostly, it just feels like incredible validation. Every pattern sale and now being published in a magazine makes me feel like celebrating. I was chatting with a co-worker (at my day job) about it and he said “You just want to frame your check from the magazine rather than spend it.” That’s absolutely true, but since I was paid over PayPal, I won’t be able to frame anything. Still, it feels like a dream realized. I wish I could go back to show the lady from the plane what her ruffles inspired in me. I also wish I could go back and show myself when I first attempted writing patterns that the effort wasn’t wasted, but that a bit of critical learning made all the difference. I wonder what other portals we could open - things we had considered “off limits” years ago - with a bit of new knowledge. I’m excited about where I am now and even more excited as I think about what creative ventures exist that I haven’t even dreamed up yet. Best of all, like the lady from the plane, I have found that creativity begets creativity. Even if my ruffles and crochet designs will never directly relate to my work and home life, it stimulates my brain and fosters innovative thinking. It awakens the kind of problem solving that is desperately needed when you’re faced with the biggest challenges. Even if crocheting isn’t your thing, I’d encourage you to find something that gets your brain to think differently. This kind of thinking can’t come from doing the same things in the same way - it only comes in testing the unknown. I feel the benefits in my work, my relationships and in all aspects of my life. That’s why I crochet and have this website. I don’t have a “goal” other than pursuing creativity and connection. As long as that is happening, then it’s all worth it.
The opportunity to embrace coziness doesn’t just give being cold a silver-lining - it makes me yearn for it.
What is it about being cozy? It’s a word with no synonym that fully captures the same essence. Being cozy sparks so much joy in me. No wonder my favorite things are inherently cozy (or cozy adjacent) - tea, beautiful old children’s books, warm chocolate chip cookies and moleskine journals. In this context, crocheting (or some sort of yarn craft) seems like an inevitable hobby for me. Yet, as much as I adore being cozy, it makes me wonder - is it possible to be cozy without having first been cold?
As a kid, Winter was always my favorite season. This worked well since I grew up in a place known for our interminable winters. I love the magic and wonder of snow, but the thing that solidified its “favorite season” status were the cozy perks: open fires, hot chocolate, snuggly slippers and all the wonderful things that would flop if you tried to replicate them in Summer. I love being cozy, but if you don’t start as cold, you just get uncomfortable. It is the process of warming, of moving from discomfort to comfort, that makes coziness bliss. (I’ll note that I don’t share my husband’s love of going from being hot to cool.)
In my early 20s, I encountered a strange change in my relationship with cold and warmth. I developed an idiosyncratic allergic reaction to contact with the cold. If I held a cold can of Coke, my hand would swell up. If my skin was exposed to the cold, I would get hives. When I sat on a freezing bench for my sister’s Homecoming game - yup - not fun. These hives would always make my skin get a rush of warmth. With the Raynaud’s I’m dealing with at the moment, if my hands get cold (which is often) my hands turn red and get a rush of warmth when the circulation corrects itself. These sensations are all unpleasant, but it seems like the cold -> warm progression is never far from my mind.
Living in Sydney - as stunningly wonderful as the weather is - I am always missing the four distinct seasons. Whenever I get the chance, I love going up to enjoy the crisp cool weather in the Blue Mountains. I got to go there this weekend and it was pretty darn close to being magical. Facebook will probably tell the story that we were at 110% awesomeness, but there were a few detractors. We had some cranky kid issues, DH couldn’t come and I got a massive headache as soon as I got home. Aside from the not-so-great things, I was able to relish many cozy things. We drank hot chocolate, we had fires and we even spotted a bit of snow. This meant we could bust out some of our lovely crocheted cozy-makers that we rarely get to use. Mr. 6 sported his beanie, complete with a hedgehog family of four. Miss 8 had her stripey scarf and I donned my Gstaad Messy Bun Beanie. Each item, stemming from our interests and personalities, being worn like a proud hug. It was perfectly pleasant and reminded me of my youthful love of Winter. If e. e. cummings thinks that Spring is when the world is “puddle-wonderful” then Winter is when the world is “cozy-wonderful.” The opportunity to embrace coziness doesn’t just give being cold a silver-lining - it makes me yearn for it. Crocheting turns my cozy-wonderful whims into lasting memories. Both for times of actual cold or in our emotional winters, something handmade packs an extra cozy punch. Long after my hands can’t crochet anymore, I hope the things I make will bring coziness to the lives of others.
My only real concern is that I don’t want these stunning yarns to become permanent features of my stash.
Getting packages delivered always sparks joy, but when it is yarn, my glee knows no bounds. A recent online sale meant I stocked up on all kinds of goodies that will turn into Christmas presents. Color changing lace weight, sturdy cotton, wool and silk blends and extra chunky 100% wool. I have such hope and excitement for each of these, I don’t know where to begin.
Texture alone is a key consideration. Am I in the mood for something drapey and slinky like a silk blend or a fuzzy, spongy wool? Smooth dishcloth cotton or a tough nubby wool? On Saturday I was feeling crummy, so I couldn’t resist the temptation to comfort myself with soft, fuzzy wool. But today, I’m in the mood to feel productive and I think the smooth cotton will help me feel dependable and pragmatic.
Weight is also critical. What does it mean that I opted for 3 different lace weight yarns, 2 worsted and one extra chunky? There’s nothing to compete with the gossamer feel and intricacy of lace weight, but the heft and bulk of chunky is like a yarn security blanket, letting me know it’s never going to let me down and working up at a mile a minute. My mood doesn’t just vacillate from day to day, but hour to hour. There’s so much to discover and enjoy. Most of the yarn doesn’t even have a specific project in mind - just raw, untapped potential.
Also, Murphy’s Law for yarn purchases means that you will only get new yarn when you have a project you need to finish first. I am working with a supple and stunning Australian merino wool for one of my Acorn Button Wraps. I love the yarn and I love the project, but it is taking all of my will power not to put it down to start 10 new projects.
To be honest, I’m just giddy and excited and it is a wonderful place to be. Like the mystery and expectation of infatuation - I’ve got the whole journey in front of me. My only real concern is that I don’t want these stunning yarns to become permanent features of my stash. I don’t want to be a yarn hoarder. Hopefully I can really commit to getting these back out of my house as quickly they’ve gone in. I think I will only feel true joy when I see each ball of potential in it’s used. I want these to undergo a velveteen rabbit transformation - to be used and loved and take on a life of their own.
That’s how it goes when you’re sick. Your body doesn’t discriminate between the “gotta do’s” and the “get to do’s”...