You know it's cold out when I start pining for yarn. Have I told you that I used to knit and crochet a lot? Like, a LOT. I made some pieces for sale, but hand knitting things to sell is like living in your own personal sweat shop. It's impossible to sell hand knits for enough money to actually support yourself. Except for some very clever people who knit small things with giant yarn, but that wasn't what I loved about playing with yarn.
I was more like very intricate things with very tiny yarn.
Or very colorful things with lots of different yarn.
I like the puzzle of it. But sometimes you don't really have a lot of space in your life to spend hours figuring out puzzles, so I haven't been in the yarn nearly as much as I'd like in recent years. (In fact that picture of the girl in the hat? Yeah she's my niece, she's 19 now, and she's one of my studio assistants. So it's been a while.)
But the bug bit again around Thanksgiving, and I went digging through the yarn stash and came up with a project that seems doable. A crochet cowl. Cowl, because my pilates teacher/acupuncturist is insistent that keeping one's neck warm in the winter is next to godliness... or something like that... and also I like them. And also I found a pattern that was pretty but kind of mindless. Perfect for the amount of bandwidth I have right now.
And so, I'm back to a yarn project. And I love it. There's something meditative and satisfying, and also something that feels like a tie to the generations of people who have done this craft before me. A grounding, and an understanding of other people. It works for me.