So, in honor of the holiday. . . I went shopping. Not to be rude, but that really seems to be what people do in this city–shop. I’ve never seen more sq. mall-footage than here. It’s mostly sad, but that’s the way it is.
I thought yarn would cheer me up (still feeling blue about my Etsy shop), but I got overwhelmed. Colors, textures, wool, cashmere, fuzzy, smooth. I wanted to dive in and take it all. But I’m living on the “can’t buy too much until I sell something” mantra. Still, if I don’t have a nice variety to sell. . . .
Yarn (like any other kinesthetic medium) needs to be rotated. I’ve crocheted fuchsia wool felting yarn into the ground. Time for a new texture, color, style. Plus, I need to work on my new line of Harlequin frames. I’ve got lots to do, and yet I’m slacking or, maybe, distracted. It’s hard to tell.
But back to yarn and art supplies. I’m a wee girl in a candy store. I want to touch, work, mold, spin, sew, cut, stitch, paint, create with everything. One medium will never do. I want to play with it all. So, I’ll make a pile of button bracelets, bobbles and beads everywhere, then move on to yarn, make a couple dozen scarves, arm warmers, scarflettes, then pick up collaging. It’s all very random and subject to sleep, mood, temperature, food, coffee and weather. Crocheting is tops for winter creative flow. It keeps my fingers busy (I was a terribly fidgety child and that hasn’t changed much in however many years) and I can stitch and watch CSI while Zephyr uses me as a lap blanket; yarn and hook in one hand, English tea and romote in the other. No table required. 😉
Well, it’s been a very chilly rainy day. I need tea and a hot bath. Home–there’s no place better.
P.S. I did buy yarn, 5 or 6 skeins. Some for felting, some for man wear–urban scarves, mod-ware, metro-sexual pizazz. I haven’t decided what to call it, but men need accessories too–even when they don’t know it. 😉