Also, I told myself a lie...because I'm going to have a small yarn stash, nothing massive or anything like collecting fabric (although I've noticed this could become competitive between yarn vs. fabric).
I started another scarf tonight. This is my 6th project in less than a month. I'm going to block these made with this fine microfiber yarn just to see what that will do. What I can gleam so far, there is a debate among the yarn heads, to block or not to block.
window pane pattern
Also, at the moment, as in the last few weeks of moments, I'm leaning toward blowing all the creative goal setting. I'm going to walk into the ethereal realm creatively speaking and see what I leave behind on the trail of time.
What I want to do hasn't changed...it is the pace in which I will do it that will. In the slow re-read of Beloved I have been so struck by how LOVE is a force, energy, power, action that it has reminded me and shifted me...in the midst of this is the almost daily care and life with 2 small children (I thought this was all behind me) and the experience with my mother (early dementia) is showing me that at any age, all ages, change is truly inevitable, change that you can sometimes control and change you have no control over at all and at the end of the day none of it matters but that which is in LOVE, that force, energy, power, and action of existence. This is what I'm choosing. (remind me down the road lest I forget).
So I think from here on out on my blog, among the artistic pursuits, I'm going to wax off my tongue and just talk about whatever I'm led to say.
*title is a reference to a poem and book by Eloise Greenfield.