A moment in time....

       It has been too long since my last post and this can only be explained by my complete and utter lack of motivation to write about myself. However, as it pleases my one follower, "Hi Sean", I have decided to pick it up again.
       Once again, as the end is near, now is the time for that inevitable reflection of the past 12 months. This year has been marked by sadness and unaccomplished goals. A dear friend's dad, along with my uncle were fighting a losing battle, and lost. Another friend's mom just begun the battle and has since been kicking it's ass. Stay strong, LS, we are all cheering for your victory.We all deal with death and grief in our own ways and sometimes, it can be constructive, other times, destructive. All we can do it be supportive and love each other and hope for the best outcome.
       It has also been a wonderfully rewarding time full of many new discoveries in my 21 month old's life. In the short span of 12 months, she has mastered walking, running, jumping, spinning and dancing. Her first little sentence of  "I see you!" warms my heart and brings me great happiness. She makes me laugh every single day and I am thankful for every second she is in my life. That being said, she is also the reason that there are about 20 unfinished projects literally strung all throughout my house.
         As far as my crocheting, I am happy to have accomplished so much thus far. When I think of the extent of my talent before having a child, compared to now, I am completely amazed. I have gone from to beginner, to advanced intermediate in a few months. My Etsy career is far from lucrative, but I will be there someday. I work with such a passion (and a committment to stay home with her) and I know that I will be rewarded.
          A subject that has come up many times lately is whether or not a person's emotions can be carried through a non-living object. For example: I believe that my love and dedication to my family can be felt in my work as a warm and healing energy. Just as a thought or a prayer can be "heard" from afar. For each object, I can imagine the recipient and the happiness that it may bring. I develop such an attachment that I feel like my work must be a tiny part of me that I am letting out into the world as you would a balloon at a ceremony. Every stitch is like a letter, and the finished product the book of my life. Isn't it a wonderful feeling to be given something that was made by the hands of another rather than a nameless, machine or factory? I could make a thousand of the exact same thing and no two would ever be the same. Just as no two people are the same. Think about this next time you are at the store or in the market to purchase new things. Perhaps supporting each other is a much better decision.

Art extends each man's short time on earth by carrying from man to man the whole complexity of other men's lifelong experience, with all its burdens, colors and flavor.  -Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Hello there...

   It's been quite some time since my last post and I blame that partially on my poor internet connection and partially on my own laziness. I do find that it is difficult to sit and think for a second, let alone type up my blog while I am chasing a speedster crawler all around the house. Those busy little hands are fast as lightning and as destructive as a tsunami.
   She will be 11 months next week and has hit a major milestone in the last few days. I am the proud mama of a little walking girl. While it is exciting, it is also bittersweet as we near the official title of "toddler". I know that everyone says this, but "I can't believe time has gone so fast!". I feel like it was just yesterday that I was packing for our big move and waiting for our little one to do anything besides spit up and poop her pants. The day before that she was kicking me in the ribs.

   I have also hit a creative spark lately while crocheting a gift for a little friend. I have delved into making dolls and toys and am excited to see where this will take me. As mentioned before, working with various crochet hooks, small parts, needles and yarn can be quite a challenge. It does not take long for a tight skein of yarn to become a tangled pile strung from my bedroom, to the living room, to the kitchen and everywhere in between. Because of this, it is a slow process, but that's all part of the fun I guess. If I can make my hobbies a financial success, then it buys me more time to see her destroy the place, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, I'd have to pay someone else for the damages.

Ava Doll

Sorry she's sideways....still working on uploading photos from my phone and it's not the easiest thing :)