I’ve been doing this crochet online thing for oh so many years. Between that and the craft/art shows, I’ve noticed that crochet really has a way to make people react. I’ve seen beautiful crochet, functional crochet, hideous crochet, crochet that makes you ponder the meaning of life, and everything in between. It gets an emotion out of me. Every time. Crochet is everywhere, and people are cranking out those stitches. I think it’s a beautiful thing that really does affect people, whether good or bad.
I freaked out a little yesterday. I took my grand (and organized) plan for the year and realized it wasn’t what I wanted to be doing. It was close, but there were bits missing. There was no way I was going to follow through and be happy with what I had planned. Yup. Everything I’ve been planning and working on for the year is pretty much changing somehow. Apparently I was overthinking everything and creating stress by way of some crazy strict schedules that I set for myself. Yeah, no.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Here’s to a wonderful new year and lots of happiness and love… and cake. Cake makes everything a little more special. (My gluten free friends, try making this one. It’s delicious.)
There’s this thing that happens to me. I feel a little down about everything for days on end. I feel like a loser… in life, as a homemaker, and definitely as the owner of my crochet business. There’s comparing myself to other people (which is dumb, because a snap shot of someone’s “life” on social media is no basis for comparison). I get sad, and then I get nothing done. It’s really annoying. It’s like I have to torture myself and do this, or I can’t be an artist. I call bullsh*t on that. I don’t need to be my own worst enemy. I need to be positive, motivated, and love what I’m doing… in all aspects of my life. I have to stop caring about what other people seem to be doing and what they seem to have. Maybe they’re just faking it until they make it too. It happens.
Hiking is one of my loves. It makes me happy to be outside in nature, and I’m happy to hug the trees. It’s very therapeutic. A friend of mine turned me onto the true greatness of grounding yourself outside. The tree hugging really helps. It also cracks Hubs up, because he’s called me a tree hugger with bark burn since we’ve known each other. Anyway. Hiking is wonderful, and this trip allowed Kiddo and I to bond for a morning.
The handmade businesses and artists that I’ve been browsing lately have been so creative. I’ve been asking myself if I really need that pair of handmade, super comfy (and now they have skirts) overalls that I’ve been wanting. Yes. Yes I do. Do I buy myself a pair? No, not usually. I often can’t justify spending what an artist needs to be paid. Thoughts of an upcoming grocery trip, back to school shopping, and the fact that the bills are due in 3 days… and we just got back from vacation… and Hubs was home from work a few days before we left… and whatever else I have to spend money on, float across my brain. Then I find myself shopping in a non-handmade store, because I need new clothes and can only afford crappy, inexpensive clothing, that isn’t even from this country, and will probably rip or get a hole in it by the third washing.
I’ve been on a quest for the past 6+ months to find a schedule that works for me. It can’t stress me out and has to be flexible. I’m juggling quite a few things here… crocheting, family, spinning, wool processing, blogging, etc. I needed a system to get it all done. I think I’m onto something here, and hopefully it won’t change in a month when school is out.