Reading this post on Whispering Pine caused me to leave this comment: I sometimes feel like I’m caught up in the wave of popular culture too. And also like I’m really influenced by reading blogs. I love to knit and sew and be crafty and creative in general and I always have. But lately I feel sort of pulled in every direction. But at the same time I know where my passion lies but that’s in the same realm of creativity to me so I still feel it’s connected to me in the same way that my craftiness is. But you didn’t ask me to ramble on = ).
Upon thinking about this further I wondered what was my real motivation for starting a blog. Was it more to fit in or more for self expression? I think taking some time to think about it and not post has helped me to realize that I do really enjoy it. (I’m also enjoying it more because I finally downloaded a browser that allows me to use all of the posting short cuts.) I found myself missing writing about what I was sewing or knitting. And I missed it knowing that only about three people read this blog = ).
I have been knitting thanks to Lolly . After seeing her Carla I went straight to Ebay and found the book. A quick trip to Elann on her tip resulted in buying even more yarn. = )
I also started the Prairie Tunic from IK, using *drumroll please* stash yarn. I’m also getting a chance to use those beautiful stitch markers I got from my One skein partner.
I have also been feeling the mom guilt lately and I realized that the blogging community helps with that as well as my knitting. I would like to thank Wendy for always being so honest on her blog. She seems to post things so directly related to my current state of mind that it’s frightening (check out my mini confessional in her comments).It would seem that Wendy and the Yarn harlot are helping me through motherhood and womanhood without even knowing me. Is that weird? Who cares if it is. I’m one of those people who constantly compares myself to others and I don’t want that to spill over into my feelings about parenting, being a wife or knitting. It’s a constant struggle to remind myself that my life can’t be compared to another. It’s the honest posts of other bloggers that helps me to remember that sometimes. Even someone who has written three books still screws up and knits something too small. I guess the ability that these woman have to point out their shortcomings or insecurities makes them more real and helps me to know that we are more alike than we are different.
Note to self: I do hereby promise not to buy yarn, needles, knitting mags or books, or any other knitting accessory until I use more of what I have. This desire to buy will not be transferred to sewing notions, fabric or other crafty swag. It seems I have a problem. I would also like to than Flickr for making my problem abundantly clear by date marking every photo to further drive home the point.