Have you noticed how at certain times life gain frantic speed. And I have also realized that the more I hurry, the less I get to accomplish. Especially now, when even breathing seems like a heroic effort. So, I am trying to slow some things down. And actually enjoy the proses of getting there.
My favorite slow down thing is, of course, Yarn. When I have started to crochet seriously enough to suspect that it might become a life-long addiction I discovered Good Yarn. Not the mundane acrylic blend sold in craft store (also it too has it’s place). But the Yarn with the capital “Y”. I am talking about wonderful crisp wool, or stunning handpaints, or the cotton, that is so soft that anything else seems like a “Brillo” pad in comparison. I discovered Lora’s Laces and Koigy, and wonderful independent dyers that cook up one of a kind skeins. I also discovered that I have to wind the skein into a ball before you start playing with it. Especially if I am around little kids. Otherwise I just might not be responsible for my language. So, I got myself a swift and the ball winder and life was good! I wound my yarn into nice centerpull balls and was happy. Lately (for the past few months) I have hardly used my favorite gadgets. Instead I started winding my yarn by hand. It was not a conscious decision. I just found that I really loved the feeling of yarn running through my hands. I found that I enjoyed watching colors change as the ball became bigger and bigger.
Today my 10 year old was having a tantrum in my room. I reached for the new skein of yarn, unfolded it and started rolling my ball. I felt so calm next to the mini hurricane taking place on my bed. It took her a while to quiet down, yet I did not yell or tried to stop her. After a while she calmed down, ate and went to sleep. And we both stayed calm.