March 4, 2025

I am enjoying sock knitting much more than I had ever imagined. For years, I was intimidated by the abbreviations and magic sorcery of the look of a finished sock. The idea that a few sticks and some yarn could churn out something so complicated looking to me was magical. With the help of video blogs and sitting down to read through the pattern as well as a few curse words and dropped stitches, a sock appeared on my needles. A matching one appeared a few weeks later and they are already a beloved part of my sock collection.

My partner kept watching over my shoulder and was fascinated by the sorcery that was appearing on my needles. Little did he know that by the time he asked for a pair of his own, I had already chosen a ball of sock yarn from my stash to make him a pair. With his pair, I am learning about the difference in the yarns. The Opal yarn I used for mine was a sport wool whereas the one I am using for his is a Loops and Threads 100% acrylic. I am interested to see how well his socks hold up in the long run because I know from previously experience with my handcranked socks how well the sport wool socks hold up.

In the mean time, I also took a fused glass class to create this rainbow heart which now catches the light in my kitchen window. The other people in the class did beautiful scenes of camping, birch trees and flowers. Unfortunately for me, I was sick for a few days before the class and forgot about coming up with a design until I was in the studio so I had a mad scramble scrolling through pinterest for any and all inspiration. We have had a grey and dreary winter so the bright colours of my rainbow have helped to brighten my mood every time I catch a glimpse of it in the window.

 The other project brightening my window sills are my seedlings. I have peppers and tomatoes sprouting at the moment as we dream of summer. We have plans to plant some berries out back as well this summer.

December 29, 2024

 Would you look at the cobwebs in this place?! It has been so long since I have posted in this blog that the only way I could find it was to log into blogger and I was surprised to even remember which platform had been hosting my blog. There has been little to document here because my needles have been dormant.  Creativity can not thrive in an environment filled with stress, uncertainty and ill health.

So, what has happened in the past two and a half years? Lemme see......The date of the last entry was June 2022 so I would have still been living in Ottawa at that time and in the depths of pandemic mania. Everyone else seemed to be working from home, nurturing sour dough and kombucha, and I was drowning in pharmacy pandemic related craziness and about to suddenly lose my beloved Labrador, Maggie. Her loss was unexpected and set me back on my heels in a way that, to this day, I could not have foreseen the heartbreak that still lingers. A few months later came news that we would likely be moving back to Nova Scotia which was what I wanted, but was difficult for many other reasons. We moved in July 2023 and I took an extended break from working because I was so broken emotionally and physically from dealing with the pandemic as a health care worker, the relationship my partner has with alcohol, and several life events that happened in recent years. 

Through most of my life, crafting has been my saving grace. The rhythm of the thread and needle through the even weave fabric as I cross stitched was my version of meditation for hours on end. My mind would still as the stitching allowed me to process my stresses and worries. This time though, my mind was so broken that I could not concentrate enough to pick up the needle and thread to create. I found no joy and calm at the thought of putting together threads and stitches to see a picture come together under my fingers. I tried to spark the urge by joining crafting groups, but the ability to lose an evening or a whole weekend to stitching was gone. Can you imagine being able to walk by the door to a craft supply store and not go in? To not be interested in going in? Yeah, I would never have described myself as being like that until these past few years.

I reached a tipping point recently. I was in constant physical pain because of hip and shoulder issues, feeling burnout coming on again (not that it had really left yet) and my partner was hitting rock bottom in his alcohol abuse. My life was falling apart on all levels and I was numb to it all until the death of a friend shook me awake. I said no to the disaster that was my relationship with my partner and I said no to the crappy way that I had been treating myself. 

This is not a self help blog so I am not going to detail my long walks with the dogs where I contemplate the beautiful Christmas lights around town, the introductory books on Buddhism that I have on loan from the library that are opening my mind to a different way of thinking or the time spent deep cleaning my house this weekend in anticipation of an upcoming staff Christmas party after ours was postponed earlier this month thanks to a snowstorm. Nope, let's talk about the creating. 

The annual Christmas ornaments are still on the dining room table because the Canada Post strike has delayed my usual last minute mail out. Getting those done was painful. I stitched out of self-imposed obligation. I make ornaments every year; therefore, I had to get them done. Delays happened because of exhaustion and lack of motivation. My mom had a minor stroke a few weeks ago which necessitated me rushing home to her to help out for a few days. They are beautiful despite their making while my spirit was flat and my morale was low. I fought through to get the stitching done and then hauled out all of the supplies to finish them. There was something healing about seeing so many of my crafting supplies around me, my tools in hand, iron on the ironing board and finished pieces piling up.

Two days ago, I dug out a sock knitting kit that I picked up one of the times I could not walk by a craft supply shop. I am unsure how long I have had this kit or how many times I have moved it from house to house  in recent years, but I dug it out after our dog ate toe off one of my handknit wool socks that my mom had gifted me years ago. What better way to spend a cold winter's evening than knitting a wool sock? Well, or at least trying to figure just what the heck to do with all these double pointed needles that have a mind of their own and seem to go off in all directions despite my clumsy attempts to neatly knit with them.

I choose to challenge myself.

I choose to craft.

I choose me.

June 26, 2022

Gah! The realization that Christmas is coming and my stitching has been stagnant hit me a few weeks ago. The moment of panic was huge and then I remembered that COVID has screwed with every part of my life. I make ornaments for family and friends every year and that project usually starts in January, not June. Cutting myself some slack and learning that the latest season of "Mayans MC" has been released, I sat on the couch last Saturday and stitched until the last moments of the last episode. What a joy it was to indulge in one of my favourite shows and to stitch until my eyes and fingers finally said "No more!". Ornament #1 is underway:

At the same time, my community garden bed is starting to take shape. My friend and I crammed a full sized garden's worth of seeds into a 4 foot by 8 foot garden bed so I have started moving plants around to fill in the bare patches. Three zucchini found a new home in the pots in the foreground, the beans on the middle right side are now lined up in a more orderly fashion and a handful of lettuce plants have found new homes in neighbouring veggie patches. I am having so much fun going over to the garden every few days to see how our plants are growing and to see the gardening ideas of the other people who also have plots. The other fun part is getting know the other gardeners as I work on building a post-pandemic community around myself. My body and mind are in need of so much healing and the garden with all of the growing and nurturing is becoming a very important part of my recovery.

 The past two plus years have been brutal so it is amazing to feel a smidge more balanced and centred every day. I love that I have the energy and desire to do the things that I have always loved like planting flowers and experimenting with plants. Like the maple sapling and the raspberry cane that have appeared randomly appeared in one of my planters, I am finding joy in the little nooks and crannies of my life.

Happy stitching!

May 28, 2022

 To stitch or not to stitch. Yeah, I am not stitching this week at all. At the moment, I am falling asleep on my couch on a Saturday morning after waking up at 4am to the sound of generators droning away across my neighbourhood and a message on my phone that a bat may have been flying around the backroom of the store where I work. A storm called a derecho hit Ottawa last Saturday afternoon, causing widespread damage and power outages and leaving us on day 7 now with no electricity to our neighbourhood and devastating tree damage. 

We are surviving quite nicely thanks to amazing neighbours who are sharing their electrical generator with us and the joy of being on a city water system so we still have water for the house. I have spent most of my life in rural New Brunswick on a well so no power meant no pump running for water and a whole other layer of things to think about when living through a prolonged power outage. We even have an amazing luxury of internet because my lineman partner immediately charged up our internet box to find to our great surprise that our internet service is still functioning. My heart goes out to the families of the 10 or 11 people who lost their lives as a result of the storm. The power of the storm system was devastating.

Take care of your self and those around you.

April 24, 2022

 So, my optimism about the fella' quickly recovering from COVID is out the window as he is struggling with head and chest congestion along with exhaustion as well. His employer is a wee bit more generous for sick days so he has been off work since the day I tested positive over 2 weeks ago while I have been back to work and doing my best to not cough when my staff or customers are nearby while dragging myself around in a fog of exhaustion. Ugh.

That being said, I do feel marginally better every day. I am feeling a lot of frustration and annoyance about how much more lost time COVID has taken from me as I struggle to kick into a higher gear. Friends of mine travelled from Maine to Paris, France this week and I can barely get out of my own way thanks to burnout and now acute illness. The burnout which had me feeling burnt on a cellular level had just started to begin to heal when the positive test happened and I feel majorly set back. A flash of inspiration did penetrate the fog the other day about how to move forward in my life, a flash brought on by the recent death of a hometown neighbour who was only 64 years old. That age is significant to me because my grammy also suddenly passed at age 64 when I was 16 years old and I am now 50 years old. There has been something quite heart stopping about how 64 is only 14 years away and how there are so many more things that I want to do! I can sit and continue to whine about how much COVID has stolen from me or I can take microscopic steps in the moments when I have enough energy to move. A minute of stretching here, putting away a few pieces of laundry there, a few stitches in my current projects on a lazy Saturday afternoon, picking up a library book on small veggies gardens to start planning my community plot in between sitting on the couch with the dogs. Eventually, each of these tiny steps will start to add up to better fitness and a smile on my face at a job well done when a project grows before my eyes.

My dollar store metal lizard blew off the fence in a recent wind storm so I took a few minutes yesterday to freshen him up with some greens and blues. My painting skills are quite basic but my technique of applying thin layers of paint starting with the darkest green and ending with the shiny teal blue has worked well, I think. Even the fella' was quite struck by the new colours which he noticed when he had to move a curious cat away from the wet paint. 

Time to sign off! We are going to take a Sunday drive downtown here in Ottawa to explore this place where we find ourselves these days. Some lunch somewhere and a stroll in a new to us spot like maybe Rideau Hall, the residence of the Governor-General or maybe somewhere along the Rideau or Ottawa Rivers.

Happy stitching!

April 16, 2022

 The joy that is the COVID pandemic is just the gift that keeps on giving. After 2 years and five waves of COVID, our province dropped the mask mandate just in time for Spring and the election campaign. I went to a hockey tournament to watch my nephew play and received a text later that day that a family member who was also at the tournament had come down with symptoms of COVID. Forty eight hours later, I was texting my boss to say that I was too sick to work. It took another three days to finally test positive which was good because I was feeling miserable and my work was about to force me back to work because so many of my colleagues had tested positive last week. The fella' tested positive four days later so our Easter travel plans were cancelled as there was no way either of us could drive from Ottawa to Sudbury, a six hour drive. 

There have been two good things come out of being in isolation: 1. our dogs have been delighted to have both humans home for endless snuggles and 2. after 3 days in bed, I made it downstairs to the couch and did some stitching since I had no energy to do anything else and I was not allowed to leave the house, according to Public Health rules. The project in the picture was one that I started last year as a 2021 pandemic project to use up my scrap threads and fabric. The threads are the leftovers from kits and the fabric comes from an old uniform shirt that belonged to the fella'. 

Yes, those are french knots. The entire piece is being stitched with french knots. I have never understood the dislike of french knots that I see so often in stitching groups because there is something very calming to me about doing the wind and stab to make each knot. It seems like french knots are even more disliked than backstitching which I find amusing because french knots are my favourites. My little obsessive brain is also fascinated by the slow filling in of all of the fabric with the knots and seeing my junk thread tangled mess slowly shrink one length of thread at a time.

The fella' is recovering quickly from his bout of COVID whereas I am battling a touch of bronchitis which is leaving me with a nasty cough and exhaustion. Fingers crossed that having a long weekend of no plans will allow us to recover enough for the work week next week.

Happy stitching and stay healthy!

March 13, 2022

The news out of Ukraine last weekend continued to be grim as I settled in for a stitchy Sunday with the dogs. My meditation and prayer for Ukraine continued as I watched the news for a bit before turning to my favourite renovation show to avoid becoming completely overwhelmed with the images of mothers and children fleeing their country along with their grandmothers and pets.

Stitch by stitch my prayer continued as I contemplated how I can also actively help Ukrainian refugees. Thoughts and prayers are lovely, but they do not warm a person like a hot tea or provide shelter and rest like a hotel room. I am awaiting the invoice from a hostel in Frankfurt, Germany that is offering beds for 20 euros/2 nights and I donated some surplus medical supplies to a woman who was collecting as part of an effort by a local church. I also purchased some cross stitch patterns on Etsy from a designer in Lviv, Ukraine. 

The last stitch went into my prayer last night so now my thoughts turn to how to finish. Well, not really. Who am I kidding? I have never been enthused about finishing my small stitches so finishing this project will be part of my challenge to myself in praying and meditating. My finishing skills are okay but I really do prefer the stitching part over the finishing part.

Despite the calendar telling us that Spring is mere days away, the 10cm of snow that fell Friday night is Winter's way of saying that the season is not over yet. The odd robin has been spotted and I do hear birds chirping in the trees in the morning when I head out to scrap ice and snow off my vehicle before leaving for work. Winters here in Ottawa are colder and longer than my East Coast self is used to after a life time of milder, shorter winters thanks to the Gulf Stream. Throw in a healing process that is slowly taking place in my heart, mind and soul as we start to transition into life with COVID being an aside instead of the main course and voila, a new hobby is emerging. 

Someone else in this house keeps grumbling that we have enough houseplants already with 25. He wisely said nothing yesterday when I separated the plant that was loving life on the bathroom counter (one piece is on the left here) and started a  2 pothos clippings with root hormone in freshly prepared pots. The fiddlehead in the middle is spring time delight in New Brunswick and the green of the glass just adds so much to the white winterscape when I look out my kitchen window.

We have such a small backyard here in the town house section of the housing where we live so I can not really indulge in my passion for gardening outside. I have 3 planters for tomatoes, a small shed, a spot for our whirlygig clothesline and the rest of the yard is for the dogs to do their business. At our last house, when we had to turn the yard back to its original state before we left, I dug out so many plants and sold them for $2 a piece, making over $70 from my plant sale. That does not include the 10 rhubarb plants I gave away and the raspberry bush that did not get dug out or all the flower beds that I did not touch. At our current house, I had to ask our next door neighbours if I could plant flowers on the shared little patch of grass out front between our 2 houses. Sooooo, the lack of outdoor space means that our walls and windowsills and bookshelves are being filled up with plants. Mind you, some space will be freed up once the weather co-operates enough for the 4 geraniums I am wintering in the house can go outside. 

Happy stitching and Happy Spring (is coming)!!