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Slow Down, Moving Too Fast

14 May

Time is hurtling by me. And that’s a topic that recurs in my thoughts and ramblings with stunning regularity. Time.

How does one find the time to do the things that satisfy, make life worth living, when so much of our time is spent just trying to make a living?

You would think at my age I would have a better grasp of this. Yeah. You would think. But it has escaped me. This road I travel is one of accidents. It’s a take-it-as-it-comes road, good, bad, or indifferent, just deal-with-it-when-it-happens road.

I’m trying to take a right. Signing up for all the festivals and craft shows I feel like I can afford and posting to my Etsy shop and 7 or so other platforms is a beginning. But it is a slow go. And I know I’m not moving fast enough…time is moving too fast…it’s slipping by me and my desire to begin by traveling Arkansas with my wares is becoming a reality in slow motion because I’m trying to fund it the goal without making sales of my wares…but I am building a following one person at a time. I’m making contacts, passing out cards, receiving new invitations to participate…is this how it is done? Is this the beginnings of a success I’ve never known? I don’t recognize it as I have no experience of it.

Time. Do I have time to do this? The spousal unit thinks not. He has no confidence in me. He’s focused on my efforts to find a ‘job’. Yes…I do need a steady income source. But I need this creative outlet. I need to spend time in my ‘happy place’ and travel to the festivals and shows, local and not so local, set up and talk to people, enjoy the social aspects as well as the possibility of success.

Time. I want to add mono-prints and emulsion prints to my inventory. I’m stymied. I reach a point in the day where my energy has waned and I’m ready to immerse myself in a book. I need to learn to pull back from that…Time.

I’ve just indulged in such a self-absorbed rant. My apologies.

Here’s another post to my Etsy shop. It’s time.

4 x 6 Picture swapping photo frame. Rustic little picket fence.

4 x 6 Picture swapping photo frame. Rustic little picket fence.

Picture too. 4 x 6 picture swapping frame.

Picture too. 4 x 6 picture swapping frame.

www.etsy.com/shop/aFrameJob

 

Hats, Knitting, Politics, and the Weather

17 Oct

I finished the beret I was knitting on Sunday evening. So for the past couple of days I haven’t had anything on needles. Two skeins of yarn I wanted to play with were really beckoning. And I wanted another hat.

Love me some hats. Have bunches of hats. One of my favorites is a large, wide-brimmed straw hat I bought in the Historic City Market in Charleston, South Carolina. The hat is pink, but it still reminds me of Tara.

Hats, hats, more hats, I can’t get enough.

I went on a search. I couldn’t find my favorite book of hat instructions. And I wasn’t really in the mood to design one of my own.

Found myself on Ravelry. And I found a hat. It is a sweet hat. Take a look here.

I printed my instructions and sat down to review. I wanted to make sure the hat met my need for simple knitting.

And I realized I couldn’t remember how to knit I-cord. Good grief. We can talk about senior moments later.

So I Googled I-cord. And found myself here. This is a great tutorial. It’s clear and simple and jogged ye olde memory in the best possible way.

So thank you for the tutorial on I-cord, Bridget. Perhaps I will remember next time.  Hope there’s enough yarn for a bit of scarf to go with it.

Tonight I can cast on my new knit hat.  And rest up after that exhausting debate last night.

I’m beginning to believe I watch the political machinations in this country in much the same way others watch train wrecks and horror films. I just can’t seem to help myself. Given we labor under an environment skewed by the agendas of the wealthy regardless of whose side you stand on, I do believe that the president is much the lesser of two evils. Mr. Romney’s raison d’etre appears to be the acquisition of money and power. And neither money nor power will change a man who referred to 47% of the population in terms demeaning and disrespectful. All life deserves respect. We all deserve a fair shot.

As a woman I watch this political dance with much interest.  I do not want my choices, my health, or my compensation determined by men attempting to impose back room interventions, biblical definitions of physical assault, and the idea that my place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. My place is wherever I wish it.  My pay should be equal. My choices should be mine.  All women should have a choice.  Any man, or woman for that matter, not supportive of personal choice should get out of the conversation. This is not about personal morality; it is about the rights of others.

Sorry I got on my soapbox. It is just so frustrating. What is this the 19th century?

Guess I need to go back to the weather again. That’s two days in a row.

Today’s weather has been partly cloudy and breezy with a high near 80. Autumn in Arkansas is a real trip weather-wise. You just never know.

One last thought before I go: wouldn’t it be nice if politics were like knitting? You cast on a piece, a sweater, a hat, a doily. You have only 2 stitches because everything is either knit or purl although you might slip occasionally. The process is soothing and productive and in the end your work is finished, ready to use, suitable for anyone.

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