I love organization

Almost too much.

My fiance mocks me because our board game pieces are all in tiny food containers or zip lock bags for jewelry and they have to be specific. I love storage solutions. LOVE.

It gives me control in this crazy world of stuff.

Maybe I should just have less stuff…?

Or a place to store that stuff!

Like this diy storage:

Yes!

I think it would be a fantastic way to store all my yarn and various other knitty/crochety type things!

/swoon

Projects projects

Maybe it’s that short attention span thing from childhood, I was never really one to keep at it…ballet, piano, flute, choir, painting, college majors…the list goes on.

I’m flighty.

It’s amazing really that my fiance doesn’t kill me. One week I collect plastic bags in hopes of fusing them and the next I’m making organizers for our games and half way through that I’m taking a jewelry class. I just want to do it all, but never really finish. I see something else shiny and I want to do that!

And I swear half of my laptop’s space is reserved for “Someday I’ll knit/crochet this!” as well as a large part of our apartment.

I can’t help it! I have a sickness!

So I really (REALLY) have to force myself to finish up projects.

But these are things that are either in progress or on the to-do soon list:

So these are things you get to look forward to…

hopefully.

Adventures in the world of yarn

It all started with a knifty knitter my mom got me for my birthday…

No, wait…it all started with a woman knitting in class…

No, that’s not right…it all started with my grandmother…

Yeah, my grandmother. She lived in Michigan. My parents and I on the other hand were on the lam. Just kidding. My father was in the army and he was stationed in Huntsville, Al. So I only got to see her once every few years. She was a crocheter and a cross stitcher. She would whip up a doll’s dress in a matter of minutes, not even looking at her hands! (Not to mention she made the best mulberry pies ever). She tried to get me into cross stitch, but I really had no patience for it. I would have much rather had some crayolas and a sheet of paper. She passed away when I was 11, with her mulberry pie recipe and secrets to crocheting.

So fast forward to my college years. I’m in class and there is a woman knitting. And wow! She could just go. She’d have a whole scarf or hat done by the end of a lecture. And again, barely paid attention to what she was doing with her hands. I was in awe, not to mention the nostalgia for my grandmother came creeping in. So I marched down to Micheal’s and bought a “I learned how to crochet” book. And failed. I could not understand what this book was asking me to do. I just couldn’t get it. So I went back to Micheal’s and bought the knitter’s version. Again fail. I set both things aside and moved on to simpler things…like calculus.

So fast forward to 2 years ago. It’s my birthday and mom has decided to get me a Knifty Knitter (aka loom knitter), something to do with someone from her church’s daughter loving it. (Also note that I had seen this contraption in my apartment, my roommate’s girlfriend did this.) So I thought, sure I’ll give it a try. And hey! I got it. It made sense. All was good with the world. And with the invention of YouTube and well, internet overall, I learned a bunch of other stitches one could do with a loom. I made a hat and scarf and a panel of an afghan. It was wonderful.

But then I noticed a trend. Every knifty knitter blog I followed…they had given up on the kk and moved on to knitting. Evil. Evil. Knitting. And the things they were making! I was jealous and bored (retail leaves one to have more free time in the months after Christmas). So I got a pair of needles, some yarn and watched some YouTube videos. I did a swatch of various stitches and was so proud of myself! Here I was, overcoming something that I thought I would never be able to do, unlike Chemistry…Evil. Evil. Chemistry.

Hooray…

Until, wait, what are this cute amigurumi things? Crochet? Ok…off to the local yarn store (gotta support the local gals, well some of ’em…that’s another story) And bam! (Thank you internet) I can crochet too.

So that’s my journey into the world of fiber crafts. I mean until I get enough money for a spinning machine…and some sheep 😉