With no fixed idea for a design (rather, I’ve had so many my head is just muddled now, and a family crisis didn’t help much) I decided to dye some wool first and then see if I know what it wants. Otherwise I’ll just procrastinate forever, waiting for “perfect” to land in my head. Continue reading “Rug dyeing”
Some couriers are like clockwork – others apparently have a few cogs in their gears. Like a time quote of 2 days in reality being 11, and not just because of Easter since pickup alone took 5…
Anyhow, I now have my rug roving and dyeing can commence. I haven’t decided on a pattern, once my options are limitless I become paralyzed it seems. But I do have a vague colour scheme, so I’m going to weigh out the amount, see what it looks like on the other side and take it from there.
Some reading, some progress on my cardigan after yet another knitting break.
Unfortunately I went through these books much too fast and now I’m without fiction again. Continue reading “WIP Wednesday”
I’ve been floundering all week, too physically exhausted to do anything with my ideas and plans, not just painting the last bit of ceiling in my loft, but even knitting, doodling or weaving. But I guess it’s ok, once I’m done up there my muscles can recover and my mind will also have freed a few extra gears for new projects. It’s a good thing I didn’t know how long I’d be away from everything or I wouldn’t have started! In other words, I didn’t make very good of my threat to get messy yet.
I’ve contemplated renaming the blog “Trivialities of common life” or some such, because everything has slowed down so much even my thoughts are frozen.
And I’m beginning to realize that I can’t keep postponing all of my projects until I have space to do them unhindered, because that studio thing is going to take forever and ever to be done. So long that I’m beginning to suspect I won’t be needing it anymore, because I’ll have come to a complete creative standstill, my last remnants of intelligence content to ponder the laundry…
Or I can begin to kick start myself again and try to ignore that the kittens destroy everything I touch. 😉 Oh well, it was worth a shot to minimize house cleaning, but I guess I found out the price is boredom. Time to get messy.
