Sometimes
the easiest things can be the most complicated. Take choosing fiber for the [1]Tour
de Fleece. Obviously I wasn’t going to spin it all but historically I spin an
abundance of the stash.
Life
had thus far been [2]Ingewikkeld
and the decision to spin, albeit a frivolous worry was yet another problem to
my list. I don’t know. It’s like some irrational notion that if I don’t spin
during the TdF, I am somehow a failure. Kinda like the time I felt it important
to my character or such to cut sugar from my coffee. And how did that fare you
may ask. I did so well at it; I ended up having to quit coffee all together as
it gave me heartburn! I wasn’t to know at the time that spinning would be my therapeutic
support as our summer was rapidly being sucked into the vortex of an impending
storm. A much better outcome than the sugarless coffee for sure.
The wee baggie atop the sheep breed fiber bag
resembled the eye of a storm. I grabbed hold. I spun that 20g. I grabbed
another. I grabbed 2 that day. I grabbed 3 the next.
I
worked. I took my husband to and from the hospital. I cleaned. I cooked. I
spun. I spun 47 breeds of sheep. I even processed my first raw fleece.
Joe's
brother Frans passed away with his adorable wife, Elise by his side 32 days
from his cancer diagnosis.
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| Frans(left) and Joe at our wedding 2002 |
Yes,
a lot happened [3]that
summer (Oh yeah, there's more to come). Not only caught up in all the drama of
my life, I was over thinking things. What stalled my blogging was the
indecision to share just the sheep breeds or more. I mean, if anyone is reading
my blog, would they want to hear the drama of my life or just want to skip to
the facts of this mammoth sheep breed spintastic project of mine? In the end,
it is [4]just
a blog. It's a blog about spinning but behind that, it's a blog about my
experiences spinning. Summer spinning has been cathartic, an unexpected
therapy. It literally held me together over my summer so please enjoy now as I
share further, all the breeds of sheep that did and will cross my path and
perhaps a few more crazy insights into what I call my life.
[1] A
fun competition on Ravelry comprising of teams, mostly with funny names and self-challenges
which coincidentally coincides with the Tour de Fleece. Think of it as we spin,
they spin.
[2] Ingewikkeld.
Complicated according to my Dutch husband's mother who apparently said this
often. Heck, she should know. She had 18 children!
[3] My
summer really identified with my favourite manically depressed robot, Marvin:
The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million: they
were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn't enjoy at all. After that, I
went into a bit of a decline.
[4]
Poke me with an orifice hook should I say “It is what it is” ::Gag!::
I was glad to see the back of 2012, it was fine until Easter when it crashed and burned. I tried to think of three good things in every day, I could rely on "at least no-one died" for a start. I went on to add "sewage didn't come through my ceiling" if I was short of anything else. When I felt sorry for myself (most of the time actually) I reminded myself that I'd had a better day than you.
ReplyDeleteSpinning - better than therapy.
Caroline. Thankyou so much for your comment. I havent had such a belly laugh in so long.
Delete"Funny," Marvin intoned funereally, "how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse it suddenly does."
Ergo, there's even more....
Oh dear! I adore you!
ReplyDelete"Poke me with an orifice hook should I say “It is what it is” ::Gag!::"
Dear all-that-is-dearness how I hate that phrase!!!! Can I offer you the line that comes after it in a friend's sigggie? "It becomes what you make it" Much better, to my opinion!
I totally understand being held together by things, and spinning is a good one. I should really oil my Lendrum and start something...