I’ve been stuck on these two rows for about a week! I found a mistake, so frogged it, re-did the rows, made another mistake, frogged it again. Caught up. Another mistake! Frogged it.
Now I’m taking a break.
It’s a basic stitch, so something else must be going on here. I’m rather busy right now, so tired when I sit to crochet. While I want to crochet I don’t have the headspace for it. Frustrating on one hand, but so is re-doing the same two rows.
Sometimes you just got to step away from the creative project, breathe, have a break, then get back into it.
I look forward to getting back to crocheting this blanket…next week sometime.
Coffee time at the Royal Adelaide Show.
No writing. Just coffee time.
Purely time to ponder, daydream, and to let my thoughts wander at will. Though maybe it’s writing in my head which makes a nice change to writing with pen and paper or typing on the computer. Considering some of my books are set at the Show, sitting and soaking up the environment is all part of filling the creative well.
My well is now full.
I’m sitting on the inside/outside boundary of a cafe, on a sunny spring-is-almost-here day.
Plus I have a large coffee and a gorgeous journal.
My journaling isn’t always about words.
Sometimes it’s about playing with colour and ink.
It is always about creative fun though.
Here I’ve had fun with ink using different techniques. I’ve not been in control of the end product and I’ve taken a chance on letting the ink form naturally, or organically on the page.
It enhances my creativity, I’m having fun and therefore I’m relaxing. It also makes my journal beautiful. And if I wanted to, I could be inspired to write about them images formed out of a type of flow. By closing the journal, one image became two. Opposites, mirrors, reflections.
The quotes on the pages do mean that the pages aren’t entirely naked of words! It’s nice to have inspirational quotes on the page, and be reminded of the creative journey others have been on.
Feeling like I’m on track with this project now after I had to frog it, split the wool top, then begin again.
Going free style with no pattern or video to watch! It’s fun to experiment and try new approaches (and yarn, never thought of using unspun wool before!)
Can’t wait to see the final product!
While the yarn called me and I jumped into starting a new project yesterday, today I realised that I needed to have split the unspun wool.
So I undid what I’d eagerly had crocheted, and then split the yarn. At least I hadn’t gotten too far into the new project! Sometimes I can be too enthusiastic.
It’s reminded me that all new projects have learning curves. And you just got to ride the curve.
Perfect day to start another project…
Not that I should start another one, I really should finish a half completed project…
but you know the yarn spoke to me and I answered!
With a dentist appointment scheduled this morning (2 fillings!) and bubs unsettled during my teeth check up the other week, I’ve decided to come early so I can get a coffee and settle him with a walk.
With a need to have some creative space I decided not to bring the writing I’m working on at the moment (I’m sleep deprived as well). But… after arriving an entire hour early (I’m in shock how I even managed to do that?!) I’m sitting in a cafe drumming my fingers not knowing what to do. Bubs is fighting sleep, but is at least content, and I the coffee has given me a clear head and I do actually want to write! All I have is a near new notebook, and no ideas. Just the desire to want to write! If only I bought along that novel I’m currently reading?! Which I had intended to do but after the third trip to pack the car this morning the thought of finding time to read seemed something so next year. Plus I don’t want to feel like I have to write every time I’m at a cafe. It’s almost be giving myself permission not to that I now want to!
This time is valuable, both thinking and chilling. At least I’ve used this time to ponder, and write this post. And I’d better finish up or before I know it I’ll be late!
The other day was my dad’s birthday, I have to think too much to work out how old he’d be, I do know more easily he’s been gone nearly 16years.
My poem, The Present was in the Mozzie, and was a lovely read when I opened my mail.
Caffeine to feed my body
Academic writing to feed my mind
Cafe with bub to feed my soul
This is more than a trip to a cafe for a coffee!