When things get a bit dicey, we all have something that we reach for as a way of getting through the tricky bits. There are healthy choices and less healthy choices. I guess it depends on how much you want to numb and/or distract yourself. Last Sunday, I downed two glasses of wine, which definitely numbed things in a rather pleasant way. Until it didn't anymore. Everything came barreling back ten times stronger than before. So much for that option.
What I really wanted was the simple comfort of just knowing what to do: knowing what comes next and not having to worry through anything.
In difficult times, I reach for my drum carder. Rivers of colour blending together: matte and glossy, primary and tertiary, complimentary and jarring. It never gets old.
Some might remember that two people won skeins of Wee Ball Yarns as part of the give-aways for The Avenue of Trees project. One person claimed her yarn from an already existing supply, so that was easy. Perhaps too easy - I kind of, sort of, forgot about the other one. But then I remembered! The recipient told me she liked colourful yarn but not pink, so I aimed for lots of colour but no pink. It was harder than I thought it would be to resist tossing a little pink in there. In fact, I might have added just a little. You know, as an accent.
Then, more recently, I was matched up with a very wonderful, special person to be her secret Santa. She is an interesting combination of large personality and dedication to simplicity and service.
A bit of pink is ok for her, I suspect, but not any wimpy pinks. She needs strong, powerful pinks. I wanted to make a yarn that was mostly neutrals but with little explosions of colour. This will become a hat.
Yes, comfort and joy. 'Tis the season, after all.
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