Thursday, April 16, 2015
I started crocheting hexagons this week. I think they'll become a blanket for our bed. I don't normally start making blankets in the spring, but I figure I'm going to need hundreds of these hexagons to make a blanket, so I can spend the warm months making them and the cold ones turning them into a blanket. I think I'm join them with cream-colored yarn. I'm envisioning something like a paintbox. The colors are soft, meant to coordinate with our duvet set. I plan to add more colors, some warmer ones like gold and rust, as well as greens and purple, maybe brown and tan. I'm using DK acrylic yarns, several brands, lots of loose ends and small bits. It's a great stash-buster. Now I just need to stop buying yarn.
I love crochet for many reasons, but one stands out above all the rest: it keeps me busy. I love to read and write, but when I'm truly frazzled, nothing else can comfort me the way crochet or stitching does. I spend plenty of time in unproductive ways too, don't get me wrong, but I find that everything in my world works better when my hands are busy. Other people notice it too; the Bear always knows when I'm in between projects. I'm different: I fidget, I talk too fast, I pick at my nails, I eat too much. You could say that I'm in withdrawal. Handwork is a balm to my soul.
This week was difficult, with the Bear traveling for work and all the normal daily-life stuff falling to me and the extra worry and stress of the LB's medical stuff. I haven't had much time for blogs or Instagram this week; I've been feeling a little low and keeping to myself. The LB had a test on Wednesday morning. We had to be at the hospital early; a neighbor who is also a friend took the GB to school for me. Thank goodness for friends.
After the test, I had him sit down in the lobby for a snack (I'd brought juice and a cereal bar with me). An elderly woman commented on the bandage he had on his arm (he'd had an IV during the test). She told us she was there for brain surgery, on a benign tumor taking up a large portion of her brain. She was remarkably calm. I noticed she had a bag on the chair next to her, with yarn and knitting needles inside. She was prepared to knit while she waited for her brain surgery. I was alarmed and touched and inspired all at the same time. I wondered if she would be able to knit again soon after the surgery. I hope it helps her heal.
I've only made a small start on these hexagons but I felt their power this week. I felt better about everything in the afternoons when I sat down to crochet, with the radio on and the windows open to the breeze. I'm glad to have this kind of work to do. It's fulfilling and centering. I love having beautiful handmade things to admire, of course, but the work itself - the emotional satisfaction and soothing nature of it, the way it girds me and grounds me - is by far the best thing about making creative handwork a part of my life.