obessions

One of the great things about aging is the fact that you no longer have to find out who the hell you actually are. You learn a lot about yourself. You know how you’ll respond and react to certain things, and you’re no longer surprised by your feelings regarding events or happenings in your life. Mostly, that is. There’s always a lot of exceptions, but most ordinary things are covered because you’ve already experienced them.

I celebrated my 33d birthday 4 days ago and I’m pretty happy with the way my thirties are starting out. Life changing events. These past three years were more eventful than my everything that happened during my twenties. I had two kids, and opened a shop. It’s a shame movies and pop culture perpetuate the idea that aging is horrible and your life will never be as great as it is during your teens/ early twenties. In my experience it’s exactly the opposite.

No more school, no more insecurity, no more ‘will they like me if I do this..’

Getting older is absolutely fantastic, and not only because the alternative is dying young ๐Ÿ™‚

I promised fiber related stuff and by golly I’ll deliver! So somewhere along the line I got into the habit of spinning and knitting baby blankets for the babies in the family. It started with this one:

I spun 300 grams of nunoco fiber and knit it into this blanket for my niece Yara. Then I got pregnant and decided to make one of Ma’iq:

Where Yara’s blanket was spun as a two ply, This 300 grams of nunoco fiber was spun as a navajo/ chain plied yarn to make this ten stitch blanket. Which in my case was a twenty stitch blanket on 3.0mm needles.

Then another baby was in the making and I decided to get some custom Diva fiber for this project. For starters because I love Dutch Wool Diva and her dying is amazing. And also because nunoco had closed their etsy shop.

I had decided to spin a fractal spun, two ply for little Milan and machine knit it, because I wasn’t going to have enough time to knit it. Ever since I opened the shop I was in constant time constraint, so it might not be shocking to know that I haven’t been able to finish this yarn at all. In July our tiny Milan will be 1 year old and his blankie is still not finished.

Which brings us back to this gorgeous fiber. Sheherezadeh is exactly what I want for little Melina’s blanket. I’m going to make a true 3 ply by spinning two of the batts in the same direction and one in the other direction. I believe it’ll give the yarn a nice twist and a soft texture ๐Ÿ™‚

So I bought three extra bobbins and 5 extra break bands for my wheel. The ashford joy 2 comes with 3 bobbins, which is not enough to spin a true 3 ply. It’s also not going to be enough if two bobbins are already filled with other fibers. The break bands might seem like overkill but it’s very much needed. My darling little toddler Ma’iq is a curious little child, and unfortunately has taken a liking to my wheel. At least, 6 months ago when I tried to spin for the last time he did. So I ended up with a stretched spring so I had to give up on spinning. I also had no way of buying a new one as they were out of stock and I was too lazy (and honestly I didn’t have enough time to spin anyway).

Now I have enough basic supplies to keep going. I also plan on seeing if Ma’iq might be interested in learning how to spin ๐Ÿ™‚ (so I’ll need those break bands…)

When my MIL asked me what I wanted for the baby I asked if she’d like to crochet or knit a blanket for her. Iย love covering the ones I love with handmade stuff, and to me it’s so much more precious than anything you can buy. There’s so much time and energy spent on something like that <3

So she started out with a few balls of invicta colour (at that point we didn’t know the gender so we went with a neutral color). I love yellow and purple <3 The pattern is the fire blanketย and it’s absolutely stunning. We chose to select the squares randomly because there was much less yellow than purple and we’d end up with a very dark blanket. This is much more playful.

I absolutely love how textured this blanket is! The colour changes in the yarn give it a very nice, living quality.

I just can’t get over how much I love this blanket <3

In other news: I can’t stop working on this baby. As I’m posting this picture I’m already done with the orange alpaca and I’m halfway done with the orange mohair already! This thing is flying off my crochet hook right now and I can’t seem to be able to put it down.

I had forgotten how much I love cocooning with netflix and a knit/ crochet project. This maternity leave thing is absolutely fantastic. This past year I haven’t been able to finish anything! Not just knit/ crochet wise, but just anything. The house, the garden, my life ๐Ÿ˜›

As I’m working on these projects I feel like I’m back in the saddle again. I’m getting things done and I’m actually blogging again. I keep saying how much I need to blog and how big of a deal this blog is in my life, but everytime something happens and one of the first things to go is the blogging. Though it’s honestly never been so bad that I didn’t manage to do at least SOME knitting..

So the reason this post is called obsessions is because what I learned about myself in my thirties is that I have an obsessive streak. I can get very obsessive about things in life. About work, about my diet, about blogging, but mostly about denying myself things that bring me happiness. Now that I see it written it’s shocking but true. I deny myself a lot of things. In some things it’s not that bad. One of the main priorities I have is my weight. It’s not about wanting to be a size 34, or some unrealistic view about my body. It’s about preventing disease and being fit. I like to be fit. I like to be able to run up two flights of stairs without halfway needing a break. I like to be strong and be able to lift my toddler in the air and be able to chase him around without needing a break for air.

But here’s where it gets obsessive. Organizing my life is something I’ve always had a lot of difficulty with. It’s hard for me to get myself motivated to clear out my stuff. It’s hard to get organized because we move so much, by the we get settled and everything gets it’s own place and spot, we’re already packing up and moving again. I’m so tired of constantly having to create a space for the stuff I own.

So now I decided that I’m done living as a gypsy and I’m going to throw most of the things that don’t spark joy out. I’m going to allow myself to have fun again, and I’m no longer going to beat myself up about not being organized (YET!). I’m getting there, it’s just going to take a while ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m also going to add some FO’s to 2016 and 2017 because I really have them, but I haven’t updated these pages yet!