I think everyone living in the eastern part of the US deserves some sort of winter survival badge for this year. Some sort of public recognition that, yes, this winter has sucked so terribly, and there was so much snow, and oh god why was it so cold, but you’re still here, you made it through, and good job! Maybe some sort of widespread dispersal of crocus and daffodil bulbs is in order.
But of course, as I write this, it is snowing outside, absurdly, for the 457th time this winter, it seems like.
It’s been rough. I holed up inside, as I always do whenever it gets ridiculously cold outside. The Olympics were on, and that was nice, and after the Olympics, we inexplicably started getting into watching rugby (which OMG is the best sport ever!). We had a really nice St. Patrick’s Day feast. One day we braved the weather and tried cross country skiing for the first time, and had a lot of fun doing that. I’ve done a lot of knitting and some sewing. But still… it would have been nice to have a *few* nice days this winter. A few days where the wind chill wasn’t -1200. A day or so in late January or early February where you could go outside and smell the air and feel the sun on your face and think that maybe, just maybe, there will be an end to all this.
Did I mention that it’s snowing right now?
We’re going to Puerto Rico in about a week. In the middle of February I lost all hope that we would ever see spring again, so we randomly bought plane tickets to somewhere warm. I’ve never been there before – heck, our last real vacation was almost two years ago, when we went to Iceland. I’m pretty excited. We have a lot of things planned – kayaking, snorkeling, hanggliding(!) – but I’m more just looking forward to being *warm*. Oh, and the Pork Highway. Really looking forward to the Pork Highway, too.
We’ve had some time to get settled in Indiana since moving back here last year. There are still things I can’t find, boxes that I can’t track down. I’ve never been the most organized. But our house is more or less the way we want it now. There are still things I’m getting rid of, books and such to Goodwill. I’m constantly trying to free up more room since I have so many hobbies, and so much stuff that the hobbies entail. Much yarn, many cameras, so fabric. Oh, and I’ve started painting too, which is a bit ridiculous.
I’ve been experimenting. It’s been fun.
So, even though I can hear the street department trucks outside salting the road because of the snow, I think maybe winter is almost over. Maybe once we get back from our trip it will be warm and sunny and 70 degrees here. And maybe once that happens, I’ll be able to do what I’ve really been in the mood to do lately, which is drag all my bins of fiber out onto my back deck and set up the hackle and drum carder, and go nuts making a bunch of roving and batts. I’ve done a little bit lately, but nothing the scale of what I’d really like to do.
Nevertheless, I’ve got a few new things up on Etsy, and a few more new things to be posted in the next day or so. It feels good to be making some new balls.
I’ve also got a bunch of handspun yard I’m destashing posted there, too.
And since self-promotion makes me so very uncomfortable, that’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s just nice to be back in a fibery mindset after taking a hiatus from it.
A few days ago I finally, after many, many years, finished this big stupid pink quilt. I mean, the quilt isn’t stupid. The quilt is fine. It has the average intelligence of a quilt. It’s me, I’m the one with issues. This quilt was one of the grand, shining examples of me starting something way too big for me to finish. I’ve been trying to get away from that, and I think I’ve gotten better about it with time. But when I pieced this quilt together, I wasn’t, and the quilt was gigantic. Big enough for a queen sized bed, including pillow tuck (like I’ve ever tucked a pillow in my entire life) and hanging over the edge and everything. So it was huge, and heavy, and I started stippling the middle of the quilt and realized that it was way too bulky for me to move around and sew with any type of skill. Or rather, I could do it, but it wasn’t any fun. And since I value my time too much, I set it aside, this big, heavy, Godzilla-like mass of pink fabric and safety pins. After a while, the cats started using it as a bed.
I was sick of looking at it. Finally, after *years*, I had had enough. I removed a cat from on top of it, brushed off the cat hair, threw it on my bed, and hacked two sides of it off. I removed almost 2 pounds of weight from the quilt. Then I finished the quilting, doing simple straight lines where I hadn’t stippled. It looks kind of dorky, but I don’t care, because at least it is DONE! Binding and all! Suck it, unfinished quilt! Vengeance has been mine!
I’m working on making a window shade from the excess bits I took off from the side.