I am taking a stand.
I need a circle of crafty people around me to commiserate with at least once a week. They need not all be knitters.
I am sad that none of my local yarn shops have a knitting night that I want to attend. Most of them are 20+ minutes away and end up full by the time I get there. I wish there was one walking distance. I wish I had the patience to open my own yarn shop, but I have neither the funds nor the desire to work weekends. I wish that Purlescense or Nine Rubies was closer to me. Or Verb. But they're not.
I did just get the heads up that my local recrafting shop has a nice crafts night on Wednesdays. I might just have to go check that out.
I had the best craft night when I lived in Marin. I still miss it and the other knitters I met with on a weekly basis. It's pretty much the only part of my life that I miss from my first marriage. Well that and the connection to Australia and all the nice folks I met there. Sigh. Life happens. Shit happens. Blearg.
Maybe my old pal Warren still has a knitting group that meets in Marin on Saturdays. I might want to go check that out. Also I may want to go to Stitches and TNNA this year. Knit Luck might actually have a budget for that stuff next year!!!
Adding to my knitting group nostalgia is some unusual summer rains drifting through the bay area. It has me wishing it was already October and wondering if I should try to finish a cardigan by the end of summer... so you know... to look like a knitting magazine... in October. As hard as that is to do in California.
I still have the socks to keep me busy, but I might just bring that purple cardigan from months ago with me on my trip to Texas. I really want to have a massive finished object in the next month of two. You know because I have nothing better to do. (Not).
What are you wanted to knit right now? How's your knitting group?
It's not too hot to knit socks.
Summer is treating me well. I'm focusing on the kids and doing the kinds of things that moms with older kids get to do, like taking the kids to swimming lessons. This means that I've got time to sit around and wait while the swimming lessons commence and like for most knitters that means that I've got time to knit. I've already finished a pair of socks this summer and I'm almost halfway done with another pair. I just have to finish the toe on this blue and white striped sock. It's a nice feeling of accomplishment that I enjoy so much that I can't manage to go more than a half hour after finishing a pair of socks before I start another one. I'm hoping to keep that going for the rest of the year.
Sock knitting helps me maintain a little bit of sanity. This fall is going to be a little crazy. I'm going to be bringing my sock knitting with me like a little security blanket whererever I go. For now it's summer and I'm determined to enjoy it as much as possible before the craziness begins.
These summer socks are growing fast.
I cast them on for the summer solstice so they're officially my summer socks. They're already a couple of inches long:
First week of summer and we're already rocking it. Oldest son started swim lessons and wowed me with his bravery. He was very nervous about learning to swim and I was fully ready for a giant fearful tantrum just trying to get him in the water, but he got in there on his own, using the ladder and gleefully went through the entire lesson, listening to the instructors. I'm hopeful that he'll be swimming on his own by the end of the month. It was a winning mamma moment to experience. :D
This summer is full of goals. Some not so glamourous. We need to get rid of our storage unit. It's too expensive especially when you consider what they're holding. I'm going to be spending some time at my parents house next week to try to get rid of old junk so that I can move the current boxes of books to my mom and dads and stop the insanity of paying for storage. That will be another monkey off my back for sure.
There might be some lemon vanilla marmalade on the agenda as well.
How's your summer going?
I'll take good news wherever I can get it.
I finished that pair of socks. It's Lana Grossa Meilenweit. One of my old favorites. My MIL brought this skein back from Austria for me, picking the perfect colorway. My Lana Grossa socks seemingly last forever, much more than my hand-dyed counterparts, note to self ;)
I was at city council again this week hoping to see an innovative housing development pass. My city hasn't passed a high density housing development in decades. Heck, our region hasn't passed much in the way of housing in the last couple of decades, hence our current housing crisis. Locally, renters are suffering. It's very tough to see families pushed out of our town, so it's great to see 800 new rental units, 25% of them put aside for low income seniors and families. I didn't think it would pass, but it did unanimously after lots of anxiety. I probably won't benefit from these new units, but will hopefully get to enjoy the new retail stores and waterfront restaurants.
That said, even with these small achievements depression persists. As much as I try to see the positive of our situations and how lucky we are there's a lot of frustration feeling that I don't have control over where and how we live. We cannot afford to live closer to my husband's office and has to deal with a commute. I wish his job was in another region where housing is more affordable. I wish I could up and move somewhere new and different because the San Francisco I love doesn't really exist anymore. I wish I could say farewell and try living in another region, but the whole of the West Coast is all dealing with the same thing. Seattle is just as crowded as San Francisco. Portland is suffering from its own housing crisis as displaced Californians head north.
One thing is for sure, things won't always be this way and it might be good for me to learn to be uncomfortable for a while. I surrender to the discomfort. I surrender to not having control over how and where I live. I still have hope and that is enough for now.
As a knitter you know you're super busy when you can't fathom knitting anything more complicated than a sock.
For some knitters socks are complicated enough, but I've knit dozens of pairs of socks. I hardly have to think about knitting them, as opposed to the complicated stitch patterns of the cardis I've been knitting in the last couple of years. I've knitted so many socks over the past decade of knitting socks that some of them have had to been thrown out. I'm like the Yarn Harlot. I do not waste time darning holes in socks. If the sock has decided to go and do something as silly as develop a drafty hole then obviously it's cannot be trusted to keep my feet warm. I've thrown away so many at this point that it's time to replenish my handknitted sock supply.
Luckily, I am much happier when I have a pair of socks to knit. This is proven by the events of the last couple of weeks.
I've been working with my cooperative preschool which is a part time job in itself.
I've been leading the Alameda Renters Coalition to help support renters in the housing crisis.
I've been working to enact new city ordinances to give renters more protections.
I've been taking crisis line phone calls, heartbreaking ones where our most vulnerable citizens are being pushed out of their homes with nowhere to go.
I've been getting depressed about the state of our country corporate democrazy.
And I've been doing this without knitting. The only thing I've had on the needles this spring was a cardigan sweater, but I couldn't be bothered to even consider knitting it. Just the idea created more stress. For weeks I ignored my mind's call to knit until I finally gave in and started this pair of socks and I'll tell you. I am much much happier knitting socks than knitting nothing at all.
And this week, with another cooperative preschool year over and my oldest moving on to kindergarten I'm a little sad. It's time to move on to another era of parenting, and another school -a school that is larger than even the schools I attended as a child, on the other side of town from where my kids go to preschool and very few of our toddler and preschool friends attending our school. :( After next year I really won't have too many reasons to leave our little suburb of a suburb. This would be fine, but like so many other American suburbs it's hard to connect with other families and there doesn't seem to be much in common between me and the other families I do bump into around here. It's a silly problem I know, but it makes the last couple of years seem like a magical time that will never happen again. I suppose I'm lucky to realize that there's only one more year left while my youngest son completes his final year at school.
I suppose that it's been sitting here all along, staring me in the face. There have been communities that I have loved and left in the past that I miss now, like my old knitting group in Marin. Maybe just maybe it's time for me to start another one. If only there was a halfway decent yarn shop in my own neighborhood.
When in doubt go back to your knitting.