sweetgeorgia

Little Boxes

I would never in a million years consider myself a crocheter. I have so far always been totally inept at reading crochet instructions. dc tr ch dc ch tr. There are just too many “c”s and my eyesight starts to fail me. Even after a lesson with the queens of crochet, themselves, I still need more experience under my belt before I’ll feel good doing this.

But, I have, as a child, made a number of basic granny squares and feel pretty confident about that. And so, I happened upon Lucy’s instructions for a granny square blanket and broke out my box of scraps. Alexa at Urban Yarns can attest to this… she’s seen my big box of Superwash Worsted and Sport in sooo many colours. I’d been saving them to make colour cards (hello pipe dream) but felt it was finally time to do something with them.

The squares are so far quick to make and super portable. In fact, I made four squares on the morning of a Saturday wedding while waiting for the event to start… and then made a handful more in the hot sun while watching the Vancouver Symphony play at Deer Lake Park yesterday. I’m doing three rounds of crochet so far and then going to do the fourth round of all the squares in a unifying colour… and then sew them all together. Don’t know what it will be in the end… but it’s been mindless fun making these little boxes out of scrap yarn… making them them all look just the same.

Meaningful Work

A couple weekends ago, Kim and I went to see the documentary, Who Does She Think She Is?, at Pacific Cinematheque. Our lunch, convo and company was fantastic, but the film itself touched on such sensitive topics for me, I’m not entirely sure it was a good idea for me. Even watching the trailer had made me upset, what made me think I should watch the whole movie?

The five female artists in the film struggle to maintain a balance between their art, work and their families. Three of the five women end up divorced. It’s tremendously painful for me to hear the stories of all these women and how many of them are considered to be so selfish. How creativity is stuffed between driving kids from school to soccer practice. It’s reality, I suppose, that you can never do the one thing you want to do to satisfaction… everything is tempered with everything else. I guess that’s what we call “life/work balance”. But what about considering the option of creating until burnout and then renewing yourself? With each time that you creatively push yourself to and over the edge, you expand your experience and your ability to see new and different things. Maybe this is ultimately unhealthy and unbalanced but still a way to be creative.

I remember a time when for months, I would work to exhaustion. I’d create things until 4 am when my contacts dried onto my eyes. And then all productivity would drop off to zero and I’d sleep or stare blankly at the screen. And then I’d repeat the highs and lows. Maybe this is considered manic and unhealthy… but it was also a time when I was unnaturally prolific in the quantity and quality of the work I was creating.

When I took my hiatus from dyeing and designing, I basically fell off the face of the planet… not just as a creative person, but as a person, period. I felt that by the end of my timeout, my sadness and angst was most related to not having and serving purposeful, selfless work. I feel that I am nothing without real work… maybe because without real work, I have no reason to be here. I guess I don’t mean work as in what you do to buy groceries or pay rent… I mean work that you set your hands to, work that has hope for something outside of yourself. And I whether I am right or wrong to do so, I deeply relate this kind of work to personal identity.

If I am not my work, then who am I? If I am not sweetgeorgia, not a dyer, not a knitter, not a designer, not a business person, not an artist… then who am I? I tell you, cocktail party conversations are the worst. Validate your existence in seven words, now. Go!

I like long walks on the beach, music, and I can eat a baked good in the amount of time it takes you to say “baked good”. There’s got to be more than that.

On Saturday, I happened to stumble upon the show at the Richmond Art Gallery called Observation of Wonder, a two-part installation by artist, Brenda Maag. From her statement, she says “Doilies are made by crocheting and, like much domestic textile work, crochet was considered an acceptable form of creativity for women in the 19th and 20th centuries. No longer in style, doilies have been abandoned in thrift shops which is where I bought them for next to nothing. Observation of Wonder is a two-part installation made with a collection of these recovered handmade doilies … The installation represents a new appreciation of the beauty, symmetry and mathematical complexity of the doilies and invites viewers to see nature’s phenomenal diversity reflected in human creativity.”

If you get a chance to take a look, drop by the Richmond Art Gallery before the show closes on May 17th. The conservatory with the doilies is interesting to walk into and the beauty of these humble homely textiles is made accessible. What if your “acceptable form of creativity” had no value in society a hundred years from now? Would you still do it?

I struggle every single day with the idea of meaningful vs. financially satisifying work. This idea of the sexy job vs. the ugly job. Maybe I see this in every instance… the want to vs. the have to. I don’t know… I can’t be the only one that has these thoughts. Or has everyone already found meaningful, soul expanding, life work and I’m still knocking at the door?

Thanks for everyone’s encouragement on my little cardigan sweater! I’ve been knitting it again, this time in sportweight and trying to alter the shaping a little bit. I think I’ll work a bit on this sexy job this morning before I head off to my ugly job.

Surrounded by yarn. Please send help.

Despite catching some crappy flu on Sunday night almost immediately after I finished teaching my very first dye class, then nearly passing out at my brother’s birthday dinner, and tossing and turning through a long night of fever and chills last night, I’ve been experiencing a ferocious wave of energy. It’s partly an unsettled feeling of wanting to do so much and create so much while only having a limited amount of time… but it’s also a massive push from the energy I gained from being at the TNNA trade show. I met so many beautiful, young, talented women who had taken charge of their lives, their passion and their careers… women who had built or re-built their lives on the design and creation of contemporary textiles. It makes me feel like I could feel perfectly at home doing the same with my life. It also makes me feel like I should stop being so timid about how much I love what we do.

After spending a weekend rooming with Cecily Keim of Such Sweet Hands and Kim Werker, two girls who wrote the book on crochet, I came home with a pressing need to crochet something… anything. Currently, I’m obsessed with the Babette Blanket. Pictures soon, if I ever stop ripping out what I make. These girls could make a crochet-convert out of anyone. I did teach Cecily how to drop spindle very quickly… and then she did order a new loom from the Glimakra booth. That would be a double yay. I’m excited to see her excited about trying out weaving. Her eyes were seriously sparkly with the thought of being able to mix crochet and handwoven fabric. I love that.

I’m also currently obsessed with spinning this silk/merino fibre that I dyed last Thursday. It still has bits of undyed roving which give the spun yarn a bit of lightness and sparkle.

And I have grand plans for this simple, kettle dyed olive and apple green coloured merino wool.

But this wave of uncontrolled energy has me running between projects, creative and admin, all day long. I don’t stop for lunch until about 3 in the afternoon when I remember that my stomach is empty. I’ve ripped and re-cast on for some really silly project about six times in the last two hours… while also warping the Spring loom with new Malabrigo yarn, dyeing a pound of cashmere/silk yarn, weaving mistakes into my bfl scarf, snapping other warp threads on the Baby Wolf, and packaging about two dozen silk/merino fibre packets. All the while, thinking about the sportweight sock, Trekking sock, and my brother’s hat that I’m knitting… and not thinking about the February baby and Baby Surprise that I am also knitting. Forget accounting (for now).

So in the midst of all this (gentle) madness, I need to remember that I am not a machine and that while some things require my hands and eyes, other things do not and should not. This hand dyer and business owner seeks test knitters at all skill levels. If you are interested in doing some test knitting, please drop me a line at felicia [at] sweetgeorgiayarns [dot] com and let me know what you like to knit and what you are typically comfortable knitting. I would love to hear from you.

Also in the mix is a weaving workshop that will be happening on Wednesdays at the Studio starting early February. If you are interested in working through some of the very basics of weaving and getting started with either a 4-shaft loom or rigid heddle loom, I’d love to hear from you!

Now, back to that Babette Blanket.