For reasons that don’t need going into at this juncture, my stress levels are through the roof right now. Work is at the stage where all I want to write on my to do list is “Item 1: PANIC” and there’s stuff going on outside work that isn’t doing much for my blood pressure either. When I’m like this, I tend to go for comfort activities, which in this case is crocheting a very simple bag out of Rowan denim. It was going to be another Starling bag, but I’m not going to have enough yarn for the handles, so it’s going to be more like a case. I have vague plans to sort out the clever zip/handle placement that didn’t quite come off for my mother’s Bible case. Watch this space.
Despite my best intentions, I didn’t actually get that much crochet done on holiday. A scarf and some hexagons were about the limit of it, so there’s lots to do now I’m home. And there’s even more to do since I’ve been booked to teach a Beginner’s Crochet Class on 6th November. Eeek! I’m really excited and slightly terrified – it doesn’t feel like so long ago that I was a beginner, but I feel I’ve come a long way in a year, and my own beginners days aren’t so far behind me that I’ve forgotten what it was like to start. The class will be at my home from home, Darn it and Stitch, which is also deeply comforting. More on that in another post, though.
Lest you think I’ve been truly lazy over the last few weeks, I do have some things to show for my time:
As part of the Random Acts of Kindness group on Ravelry, I was sent a bundle of fabric scraps, some long and thin, some triangular. Since they were all slightly different sizes, it took me a while to work out what to do with them, but on Sunday night, I just wanted to make something, so I scooped them up, grabbed a rectangle of practice fabric (thin, poor quality blue polycotton that I don’t mind sewing and ripping 8 times while I get a pattern right!) and made this. It’s not perfect and it’s not terribly pretty, but it was fun and satisfied the mental itch, so that’s all I really care about.
I also finally got around to sorting out my poor purple skirt that I made in my dressmaking class earlier this year.
[just in passing, that table is the sum total of my sewing space, and I have to tidy it away every night. One bedroom flats are challenging for the keen crafter!]
I’m really, really pleased with this effect, although more or less every pin I own is holding down a petal, and my other half also pointed out that I’d given one flower 7 petals instead of 8. Doh! But it’s all sorted now, and since I’ve decided to machine stitch the flowers on, I should be able to finish it in a couple of sessions. Then it needs lining and hemming, and I hope to wear it for my crochet class in November!
After taking a few knocks over the last couple of days, I feel like my brain is coming back online and getting creative again. But I’m starting to get the fear – not of screwing up, but of succeeding – that always crops up to sabotage me when I’m happy. I’ve decided that when it hits, I’m going to write a blog post, reminding myself why it shouldn’t.
Brace yourselves,folks. It could get busy around here!