Catch you on the flip side, Golden Girl.
Catch you on the flip side, Golden Girl.
I have been writing this blog with strict irregularity for over five years. I have made some great “imaginary” (aka Internet) friends, a few of which have become real live “I can prove to my husband that you exist” friends. I have followed some other blogs (which is how I got here in the first place, thanks to Ruth in Whistler) and stopped following others.
It turns out that writing, however brief and sporadic, is not where my heart lies. By its nature, a blog is a soapbox, a place where a person can take a stand and write whatever one wants. There may or may not be feedback, and therein lies my problem. I want conversation. I want interaction. Even if I don’t feel like taking part, I want to be able to lurk around other conversations. Like the Little Mermaid, “I want to be where the people are”.
As you may have suspected, my creative life is centred on fibre. I knit, I weave, I dream about fibre, and when I can’t sleep at night, I get up and reorganize my fibre stash or wind skeins of yarn, or plan my next project. I don’t get up and write a blog post. As I said, this is not where my heart lies.
I suspect that I am not the only one. I have noticed over the past year that many of the blogs I follow have become inactive. Some have petered out and some have just stopped cold. The latter ones have caused me some worry, and not all my follow-up “I hope everything’s okay” emails have been answered. I just hope that everything’s okay.
Where is all this leading? Under Sask Skies (blog edition) is saying so long. Five years is a long time to hold my attention even sporadically, and I think I have given it a good run. I am not slamming the door, only leaving it ajar. Thanks for dropping in over the years, and hopefully we can touch base every now and then. In the words of James T. Kirk, “it’s been…fun.”
p.s. If you want to look me up on Ravelry, I am UnderSaskSkies. I am there nearly every day when I should be doing housework. Drop by if you’re in the neighbourhood.
So, I am sitting here in a slightly depressing hotel room (you know the kind; some of the lights are burnt out, the window doesn’t shut tight, the pictures are screwed to the walls and there was a police cruiser parked in front when I pulled in to register.) having some me-time. I am at the Arizona Fibers Through Time conference, and having checked in and registered, I have an hour and a half until the first official function. Now, a wiser woman than me would have a whole bunch of options aka wip’s in her bag of tricks, especially since I am here to take a weekend class of free-form knitting, but I finished knitting a small thing last night, and didn’t have the foresight to start anything else. Actually, the thing that was top of my mind was going for a walk this morning to find a stick.
I found my stick, took it home and scrubbed it clean, and left it on the patio to dry for the weekend. Then it will get a light sanding, a good waxing with Clapham’s Beeswax, and be used to hang the piece I finished knitting last night. So, short story long, my brain was uncharactistically mono-directional, and here I sit with nothing to do except crack that bottle of Campo Viejo Rioja Crianza 2008 (I think I’ve run out of label details) and pen excuses for not knitting.
I originally registered to take Saori weaving, but the instructor had to cancel, so I am contenting myself with freestyle knitting and crochet. I must confess to being terribly disappointed about the weaving, so I ordered a book (and they are few and far between on this subject). I think I may have to take myself to Saltspring Island at some point, because this book spoke to me like nothing else has for a long time. A really long time. I will do a post from my real computer with links and everything once I get home, but if you google “Saori weaving Saltspring island” you will get the general idea.
I should mention here that there are no links or pictures in this post because I can’t figure out how to do that sort of thing on my iPad. I know I have done it before, but knowledge is fleeting, memory is fickle, and blah blah blah.
So, I will finish my wine, and head down to the reception. I hope to have a mind-opening weekend, which will inspire me to more creativity. It’s in there somewhere.
Have a good weekend!
One of the great things about visiting the USA periodically is that in a perverse way, it slows down my alcohol consumption at home. Not that I drink to excess (that is a sport for younger people than me), but once I discovered how heavily we are taxed for alcohol here in Saskatchewan, it took the fun out of trying too many new wines. Example: a bottle of red wine (and here’s where my lack of crediblilty as an oenophile shows), (and I can’t remember the name, but I know I like it,) costs upwards of 18 or 20 dollars here under Sask skies. I found it down in Arizona for 10. If that doesn’t slow down your consumption, I don’t know what will. (Well, at least it slows it down up here. Down south, maybe not so much.) As well, there is a lot of wine from all over the world that the Saskatchewan liquor board does not list, so we never see it up here. Fun things like this:
and for a closeup on the label:
Now, before the inevitable snarky comment from an older sister about how fitting it is that I might drink this wine, I would like to point out that she left home way before the worst of my drama, and I have been (mostly) over it for years.
Moving on, I would like to say that being a grandmother hasn’t changed my day-to-day life much. It would be a different story if we lived in the same city, I’m sure. Anyway, Geoff continues to send us pictures, and I send them care packages. The last one had 4 flannelette baby blankets that I crafted, mitred corners and all, a couple of dishcloths
These are Christine’s Stay-on Baby Booties, with one small change. Instead of a round of eyelets for a tie above the feet, I thought I would try just ribbing to the top of the leg. Mackenzie’s feet never seem to stay still long enough to tie ties, so I thought they could try this and let me know how the booties stay on. I also used dpn”s for the top of the foot, and it was easier for the short row shaping. (Just like they say in the pattern. Who knew?) I did switch back to circs for the legs. That seems to be my comfort spot.
Since no self-respecting new grandmother would sign off without at least one picture of the new addition, may I present, in her Easter Finery, Mackenzie!
Hopefully spring is rearing its head where you are, so I wish you blue skies, and warmer temperatures, and if you are in Calgary, I also wish you minimal snow. Just remember, you live there on purpose.
If I am having this much fun shopping before the baby arrives, I cannot even begin to imagine how I will be after.
We’ll be ready for the beach, and no, I did not buy myself a matching outfit.
That is all.