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- I’ve only turned my computer on twice in the past five days. I have 615 unread items in my RSS feed. I was hoping a good chunk of that was due to a Woot Off, but no such luck. No worries, those posts aren’t going anywhere.
- I’m spending most of my time speed-crocheting an afghan from this book:
- Please keep this lovely family in your thoughts and prayers. I’ll say it again: cancer sucks.
- See you when the afghan’s done!
Yesterday, Jason asked me when I was going to install my software and start digiscrapping again. He really doesn’t read this blog. Spooky how we’ve been reading each others’ minds lately!
Over the weekend, I began a poncho and a sweater for the Mattaponi project. They’re bright and cheerful – just what I need.
Both are being done in Caron Simply Soft, because it’s durable and washable while still being soft to the touch. If you’re on Ravelry, you can check out the details on my projects page. If not, I’ll post them when the items are finished!
On the personal front, I did apply/register with the only temporary staffing agency near here. It’s interesting how many of those companies are gone now. I suppose it’s a sign of the market. The woman at the agency said there really aren’t that many temping jobs around any more. It used to be that you could basically stay employed full-time just working one- and two-week contracts as a receptionist and/or administrative assistant. Ah well, it will be what it will be. Time to start brainstorming and dive headlong into my budgets! That, however, is a project for a day when I do not have a sick child home from school and do have more than five minutes of quiet.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend j. IM’d and asked if I would make a hat for a friend of hers just beginning her chemo journey. I agreed, of course, and when she sent the yarn, I happily set aside my other projects and whipped up a hat. When that used half the skein, I decided to complete the set with some wrist warmers.
Something hit me while I was working on this project and another comfort gift last week. I was more content than I had been in a while. In fact, as I packaged them up for shipping, I was saddened the project was over.
I love crocheting, and, yes, I love crocheting things for myself. However, the peace that fills me while I’m making a gift – especially a gift for someone truly in need of comfort – is undeniable.
I grew up with service being an integral part of my social life. Girl Scouts and 4-H both put a heavy emphasis on serving others and the Earth as part of being a good citizen. I was raised in a religion that heavily emphasizes social justice. I lost sight of this to a certain extent upon reaching adulthood. That is to say, while I understood the necessity of being a giving person, I didn’t often make the time or effort to follow through.
Over the past few years, though, the true meaning and purpose of life has begun to cement itself in my conscious mind. And it is this: It is all about love, empathy, and understanding. We are all one. We are all indivisible. A woman three thousand miles away is a sister to us all. The cap I make her will not cure her cancer, but the knowledge that someone cares for her enough to make the effort may bring a smile to her face on a day when she really needs it. A positive attitude will help her in her healing.
Giving and sharing are central to my belief system. It is not enough to do for others to fulfill a duty, or because one thinks she should. I do, because it is right. I cannot understand how I could live life correctly without it, or if I am unable to contribute for a time, without supreme empathy. Yes, of course, I also give because it feels good. I am only human, after all. But it cannot be the only reason or the driving force. I cannot feel only good about making such a small gesture when there is so much dire need; there is always a certain amount of despair that accompanies it. Sadness that I am not doing more. I can only do as much as I can do with the resources that I have, and I suppress the negative emotion once I acknowledge it, because I strongly believe that it does little good to dwell on it.
Of course, I need to work to achieve balance in this, as in all areas of my life. (Balance is always my biggest struggle.) My boys would both like me to crochet something for them, and I have another pair of socks to make for myself with the yarn gift from my husband. I am also beginning to feel pulled back towards digital scrapbooking, but I’m resisting. I’m afraid that I will follow my old pattern: when I pick up another creative pursuit, my current one gets shoved in a drawer, often for years. I’m not ready to give up on crochet, even for a short break, but can I balance both digiscrapping and crocheting as leisure time pursuits? Perhaps keeping service projects going with the crochet will help prevent its decline? I suppose the only thing to do is try.
(Note: I can’t bring myself to blog about the election just now. Maybe later today. Maybe tomorrow.)
Recent events have forced us to eliminate most of our holiday budget…but I’m actually kind of excited about it. I had been planning to make a lot of gifts this year, and now I get the added challenge of making them using only the materials I already have. Wow, talk about a stash-busting opportunity.
I have one of my mother’s gifts made already. My MIL’s birthday (tomorrow) gift is almost finished. I have already purchased Dh’s birthday gift. As for the holidays…I have many out-grown and otherwise unwearable garments in my “fabric” stash. I have yarn reclaimed from five sweaters, and two more sweaters to frog for yarn, along with access to hundreds of free patterns on Ravelry and several pattern books already in my stash. I have a sewing machine and a hell of a lot of imagination, and a teensy bit of talent to back it up.
The one hiccup in this is going to be my Secret Sister. If I start giving her handmade gifts, I will out myself immediately. (I’m the only consistently crafty person in the group.) I mulled it over today, however, and given the choices – non-secret gifting, or full-secret non-gifting – I decided to let myself be outed. It’s ever so much more fun to make things you know the receiver will love than to buy trinkets and doo-dads, anyway.
In THIS Life 