I was in the hospital for a week and was released the first week of October. I was miserable and lonely and spent a lot of time sitting in a drug induced stupor, and actually enjoying it... But I was feeling this deep inclination towards art and creating. Crafting mostly, and working with my hands. I wanted to get out of the hospital and make stuff. I started knitting. No, I really started knitting. When I learned how to do it, I knew I'd be good at it and I wanted to learn all that I could even though I had no one to teach me. I knitted from the time I rose in the morning to the time my eyes closed in the evening. I read as much info as I had when I got out, and taught myself how to read and make sense of patterns. I now have a collection of fabulous yarn, many complete and not so complete projects, and a dream of owning my own yarn business.
So here is the daily collection of my learning. My practice. My experimentation. My frustration. But mostly my obsession. And, mark my words, this is too much of an obsession to not let it become a career in some way.
Also thought it would be ever so interesting to watch my amaryllis grow. There are many parallels to forcing a bulb through winter and my healing process. Yet another reason why this blog is private.
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