This website is new, and it’s incredibly important to me. I’m trying to grow my platform, expand my audience, etc. etc. also I really like blogging etc. etc.
And yet, in this website I’m trying to launch, in preparation for launching a book–make that three books–in the coming months, I haven’t written a post in two months. This is not good launching, people.
I know this, but it’s hard to feel like my knitting is all that important these days. It’s hard to feel like the world won’t end on Friday, so how do we care about anything else?
As usual, it was my daughter who taught me how to care.Read More
I think a lot of us need and deserve a little self-care right now. And self-care looks different for everyone–my friends Anna and Nicole went to the spa, my husband gave up on the book I was forcing him to read and started reading about Chrissie Hynde instead, Hillary Clinton is going on walks with her dog…it’s whatever works.
This weekend, for me, it was playing with fiber. Now granted, I am touching some form of fiber every day, often for hours at a time. I knit and crochet professionally, and it is oh my goodness the best job that I could ever imagine having, and I am grateful for it every day. Buuuuut when it’s been a year like this one when I’ve had so much knitting and crocheting work, I haven’t been able to work with fiber in the way that I want to.
(Not complaining! Wouldn’t have it any other way! Please Universe, don’t strike me down and take it all away, ok?)
Ahem. So I took a day off, and went with a friend to Middle Brook Fiberworks to go indulge my version of self-care. I hadn’t met the lovely and charming Anne Choi before, but now I kind of want to move in so I can squeeze her sheep and eat her mom’s kimchee every day. Surely she wouldn’t really mind?
Middle Brook Fiberworks is a lovely space, with an airy, modern barn, with actual sheep and woods, and every kind of fiber you could hope for. And Anne is a good-humored, kind teacher who will push you past your comfort point, but make you laugh while she does it. I emerged a much better spinner.Read More
My teeth hurt.
No, like they really hurt. I can’t chew on the right side of my mouth, and I certainly can’t have anything cold swishing around there. Rinsing my mouth after brushing my teeth is torture.Read More