What is your Crafting Season?
In spite of the fact that I’m sitting here in shorts due to an unusually warm December, my brain is telling me that it’s time to get out the crocheting and knitting. For some reason, my brain tends to split up my crafts into different seasons. Therefore, Winter is for crocheting, knitting, and quilting. Summer is for crafting and painting and Spring and Fall are for photography.
I never even realized I do this until a few weeks ago. I looked at my ever-present pile of crocheting and thought to myself ‘its time to get started on that’. There’s no reason not to crochet the rest of the year. Most of my projects are fairly small and it’s not like I’m going to melt if I knit during the summer months. But for some reason, in my brain, that’s how it’s always been.
Spring and Autumn are perfect for Photography
Even though I take photographs throughout the year I recognized a pattern recently when I was sorting my photos out. There are hundreds to sort through. I’m talking about actual photographs, not just my digital ones. I don’t even want to think about my digital ones. For instance, I realized after I split everything up into piles the two biggest piles were Spring flowers and Autumn leaves. Oh, and beaches, lots of beaches. Any kind of beach is good. Florida beaches, Caribbean Beaches, any beaches I don’t know why, I just like beaches (and sunsets.)
Throughout the Summer I paint like a madman (madwoman? madperson? Don’t want to get arrested by the PC police.) It’s like there’s not enough light in the day to get everything done that I want to do. But once Autumn rolls around and the sky starts getting darker earlier I find I have to force myself to pick up my paint brushes.
What is your Crafting Season?
Maybe it comes from the fact that I spent three-quarters of my life in the Popsicle that is known as the North. There quilting, crocheting, and knitting was a matter of survival. It adds one extra layer to your jacket, your mittens (try knitting with mittens on), your whatever you have on to keep warm.
But I live in the South now. It shouldn’t matter anymore. Granted, Tennessee gets four seasons. Normal seasons, not 10 months of winter and two months divided among the other three seasons. But in my brain, it’s time to pick up the knitting needles. It doesn’t help that every magazine I see has 1000 awesome patterns that I really want to try. I’ve only got dozens of skeins of yarn of various thicknesses and colors just dying for me to do something with them. But even though I have all year to work on these projects, December rings the little bell in my head that starts the process.
There’s Nothing Like Christmas to Jump Start the Crafting Juices.
I think to myself, I’ve got plenty of time. As you read in my post about procrastination, you know I can take it to epic levels. There are still two more weeks left until Christmas. If I knit and or crochet every waking moment I should be able to finish these really cool projects. Well, if you know anything about me by now, you know that by Christmas, if I’m lucky, I might have finished one project. This weird thing called life always sucks up my leisure time. Though I do remember one Christmas Eve staying up all night finishing a gigantic cable knit sweater that, by God, I finished by morning. The fact that it was big enough to fit my entire family inside was beside the point. (apparently, the gauge is important in sweater knitting.) But it was done.
Winter, the 3-month Break Between a Woman and her Razor.
There’s something comforting and nostalgic about sitting (read that sweating) by the faux fireplace, in t-shirt and shorts during the winter. There’s something satisfying about crocheting scarves and hats and mittens that are being shipped to the hapless fools, I mean, family members, that don’t have the good sense to get out of the North.
In in the words from Ecclesiastes 3:1, made immortal by the Byrds, “To Every Thing, There is a Season, and a Time to Every Purpose Under the Heaven.”
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Joyous Kwanzaa! And for the rest of us, Happy Festivus!