I'm an avid crafter and often more so when I'm in a dark place. The repetitive actions of knitting or crochet keep my anxiety down and if I can do something with soft fibres and bright colours it helps my mood too. There is no doubt I find it therapeutic and it gives me solace.
This year I have made a number of items by needle felting - jewelry, gifts, easter chicks, horror icons, animals. I also had a go at wet felting a couple of bags. I've crocheted two small blankets, knitted a cuddly toy which I'm sharing with the cat. Made a few easy bits of beaded jewelry, done a fair bit of idle colouring and have just today completed my durst cross stitch chart - a cat knitting a scarf - how meta!
It's a distraction. I need it. I crave it. But I leap from task to task and craft to craft quickly. I learn the fundamentals, then obsess over the new skill for a few weeks until the passion evaporates. I rarely revisit discarded passtimes but something drew me back to cross stitch. More wisely this time I selected a smaller piece (which still took a good 4 days to complete) instead of the monster I was working on before - and have no desire to pick up again. And now I'm obsessed and my second kit is already on my lap. This time it's Bagpuss in an adorable captains hat with the title -Hello Sailor. How could I resist?
Sadly I haven't been to work again. I'm afraid I now have the fear of the people. I will try again tomorrow though. I know that getting over that first hurdle is the hardest part. I just don't seem to have it in me today.
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