Hiding from the Camp Fire smoke has proved to be productive. On Friday I was able to pick up another cabinet (also free!), this time with a bookcase hutch. It proved to be perfect for organizing my modest yarn stash and crafting books. It was also the impetus I needed to get my spinning fiber and equipment put away in the other cabinet I have out in the living room. The best part was I got to get out the sewing machine I bought years ago and never use. I keep telling myself I’m going to learn to sew. It hasn’t happened yet. Now that the sewing machine isn’t taped up in a box I may actually do it.
Here we are dealing with the smoke from that fire. Those in the valley have it worse. I don’t even want to imagine what the people in Chico are dealing with. My family have been calling and texting to check on us. I have to assure them I am fine. California is as big as three other states put together, so these fires are not near us.
I wasn’t sure quite what I wanted to create. Was is a book? knitting projects? this blog? new habits? new hobbies?
Truth be told I am still not quite sure, but at the same time I am more certain.
I do not have specifics of what I want to create. I just want to be creating.
I think I spent most of my life not thinking of myself as a creative. I drew, but I was no artist. I knit, but I was no maker. I wrote, but I was no writer.
I wanted to be all of those things, but how to chose? My interests would flit from one thing to another. I would get obsessed with a project, finish it, and decide I wanted to do something completely different next. Round and round my mind would go, never really focusing, never really settling.
Maybe it’s my age, maybe it’s just maturity (which is not necessarily tied to age), but I now feel like that’s perfectly OK. Who says a writer can’t be a musician (Stephen King) or an actor can’t be photographer (Viggo Mortensen) or a knitter can’t be an artist (Sina) or a writer can’t be a knitter (Penny Reid)?
I mean, could you imagine telling Da Vinci to stick to just one medium?
So why should I expect that of myself?
Why should I try to pigeonhole myself?
I am not doing this as some career shift (though it would be nice to find a way to make an income from my creating.) I’m doing this because something in the very heart of me demands I let it out, in all it’s various expressions.
A super busy day today, most of it spent chauffeuring the kids. Now I’m taking the time to work on my journal. I’m doing my first urban sketch of Uncommon Threads, the local yarn store near one where they have an activity. I get a blissful couple of hours, hanging out with other knitters and drooling over the new shipments. Here’s the unfinished page:
I’ve figured out that I am not going to make it to the end of the month in my current Bullet Journal, so I went ahead and set up my Traveler’s Company notebook. I can at least start the art journal there before the calendars get put into use.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: fall is my favorite season.
There is just something about the colors and the crispness of the air and the the still warm sun that lifts my spirits.
Even before I found knitting again, I have always lived for fall.
We moved to Miami from Philadelphia when I was in fifth grade, and the loss of the seasons made me hide from the sun and the brutal heat. SoFLo has a never-ending summer that took me years to become used to.
Where we live now is at just enough elevation to feel the change of season slightly love than the valley.
This morning I was so excited to get up and play with the watercolor set I got myself. It is the Sakura Koi Pocket Field Sketch Box. I’ve heard it recommended by quite a few planners, art journal keepers and artists on YouTube. The best part was using a 50% off coupon. This one is the 24 color set and it looks to have more than enough to keep me going.
I’ve been using my Tombow markers, but this is something I wanted to learn how to use, especially since it gives me a greater range of color saturation and dilution. I only have three of the Tombow sets and it does limit my color choices.
I took a little time this morning swatching all the colors on some Fariano dot grid paper I have.
Yes, ‘Lanta spends her morning napping in my lap while I do my planning and journaling.
Today is one of my favorite types of days. I get to spend the whole day at home, just working on the property and the house.
I really am a homebody. I swear, if it weren’t for the kids activities, I would only leave to go grocery shop once a week.
We are still in the thick of harvesting chestnuts and cleaning up the fall leaves. The trees are only half through shedding and the it is a daily job keeping up with it. To top it off, the wind has really kicked up over the past week.
What we need now is some rain. There is currently a 17 acre fire burning on the other side of the range from where we live. Even a heavy fog would be welcome at this point.
What about you guys, have you had a good fall? Have you started something new? or is the approaching holiday season the only thing you are gearing up for? Please post to the comments. I’d love to hear how others are spending their fall.
Wow, I am only now getting a chance to sit down and write. Today I got to go to A Verb for Keeping Warm to a Slow Clothing panel and book signing with Katrina Rodabaugh, author of Mending Matters. It was my first time going to AVFKW.
It is an hour and a half away to Oakland.
The shop was small, but packed with so much fiber goodness! I just stroked and fondled my way around the shelves and tables. There were spinning wheels and looms and masses of dye plants drying on the walls and hanging from the ceiling.
The crowd was standing room only, and I was glad I arrived an hour early and snagged one of the few chairs. The panel was fantastic. Almost all the panelists were local and there was a lot of discussion about the sourcing of plant and animal fibers in California and the growing Slow Clothing movement and natural dying.
I loved it and it made me wish I had sheep or alpaca or even fiber rabbits.
Now I’m off to read my new book. I have a couple of jeans that need some attention.