I’ve been thinking for a while that this blog is about so much more than knitting. It is really about the urge to create and to be productive at the same time.
I have to balance this imperative with my responsibilities in our home, but the fact remains that if I don’t find an outlet for my crafty impulses, I am a very grouchy mother.
When I reflect on my youth, I realize that I spent far too much time trying to enjoy what my boyfriend or girlfriends were doing instead of creating for myself. Finally, I can stand on my own and say “I want to make something”.
This is why I have a clothesline of roving hanging across my dining room, and the plate rail is filled with felted treasure boxes, nested origami sets Lance made at Christmas, some unfinished felt slippers, Sophie’s duvet waiting to be sewn and a piece of felt art without a home. This is also why there is so much dog hair in the bathroom and the door frames are full of dirty fingerprints.
So, I’ve changed the name and description of this journal to more accurately reflect what I write. This isn’t about who or what inspires me, it is really about what we create in our home.