For anybody who is learning divination skills, or just needs the reminder, this week I wrote about why you don't have to be able to do readings all the time.
I've knitted ten of the hexagons for my blanket! No idea how long it'll take me to knit all of them. Depending on what size I go with, I'll need somewhere between 300 and 1k. Ten is a good start!
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By the way, just in case this helps someone…
COOKING — creativity is okay.
BAKING — best to stick to the recipe (though you can adjust the sugar amount to personal taste)
BREAD — wait for the right weather conditions and be one confident and assertive mofo because dough can *feel* it when you aren’t. A blood sacrifice probably helps. Trust the gods.
PASTRY — your god is dead, the god of gluten and madness is risen, abandon all hope ye who enter here.
I haven't done much colorwork, so I figured I can get some practice with these hexagons. The tension is different with multiple strands. That's why I need practice.
This one ended up looking like an Easter egg!
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A scrap yarm project can be transformative and healing. All those leftover yarns have stories. The gloves I knitted while sitting on the front porch. The shawl I knitted so that the knitting would help with winter depression. The hats I worked on during therapy sessions. The socks I was going to knit, but then life changed.
All of them becoming pieces of a blanket that will hold those stories.
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Knitted my first hexipuff today! Learned Judy's Magic Cast On for it, and Kitchener is my preferred way for finishing socks, so I'm grafting things to finish these, too.
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Maybe I should take a break from agonizing about writing and finally start knitting those hexipuffs. I couldn't do a hexipuff blanket when that Beekeeper's Quilt pattern came out because I couldn't knit. Then I could knit, but...dishcloths! Hats! Socks! Scarves! More dishcloths!
A bajillion knitted hexagons sounds like a peaceful distraction. Productive fidgeting.
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I think I've lost my hope about writing. It's not the process. It's my goals, my drive. The reasons I do it don't match up with... I can't even explain this. I've spent most of my life... No, that requires words. And explaining the obstacles gets me a bunch of, "Just do it anyway!" Which leaves me feeling like I failed to adequately explain what those obstacles are for me.
I'm going to go cry.
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Got an email that the Brooklyn Art Library is closing the Sketchbook Project. That's sad. But my book (My First Necronomicon) is listed as safe from the fire they had last year, and now I can request that it be returned to me.
You can still see it in their digital library.
I need to get back into hula hoop dance this year. It really helps with my arthritis, does amazing things for my mental health, and it's one thing I'm not embarrassed about if someone sees me.
My autistic self abhors being OBSERVED. But my fat middle-aged body delights in having someone not know how I can make the hoop dance all around me like that!
Finished the neurographic piece I've been working on. It will be interesting to do more of these pieces, collect them, and see how the representation of my brain activity in art changes over time.
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Working on the neurographic art again. Taking my time. This is just the base colors in place, so it still looks very flat. #CoSoArt
Bard with a ukulele. Friend of Lake Monster. 93% stardust. Autistic. Fabulously weird.