One, two, three.
One, two, three.
I count stitches until the rhythm takes over and intuition reigns,
knowing when to lift two loops over my hook in place of one.
Tiny twists capture wandering thoughts,
pulling them gently back to my hands.
string becomes stitches,
stitches become rows.
A form takes shape,
like clay on a potter’s wheel.
I am a machine
and I am not a machine.
It is a hat
and it is not a hat.
I’m sorry. How is it May already? It’s like one day my yard was barren and grey, and the next day the whole thing had been colorized a la Wizard of Oz. I keep finding myself surprised when my windows are full of green.
I’ve been neglecting the blog as of late. And blogging in general. I keep wondering who is reading all these blog posts that people write. I barely have time to brush my teeth, and yet somebody is, because we all keep writing them. I’d like to set aside an hour a week to just read and comment. But which hour?
What have I been up to? Crocheting. I want to have a new line of hats for babies and toddlers for the fall, and that means prototyping. Nothing’s quite as horrible as spending four hours on a project only to finish it and decide you don’t quite like the look of it. But I’m excited about the successes that have come out of all that failure and can’t wait to debut them in the shop.
Now that it’s nice out, I’ve been hiking, biking, walking, and jogging. I’m supposed to climb a mountain in 34 days, so I’ve been working out in hopes that I won’t return from Mt. Washington in pieces. I’ve actually GAINED weight (UGH) but I feel stronger and I have noticed my endurance improving. It’s a good feeling, knowing that I’m taking care of my body and teaching my kids to be active and healthy.
And if I happen to pick up my computer? I am writing, but it’s been sponsorship emails to hospitals and pieces for local media. Between the Climb Out of the Darkness and the Warrior Mom Conference, I’m getting a crash course in marketing and PR – and thank goodness I’m a quick study. Oh, did I not mention that I’m co-chairing the first ever Postpartum Progress Warrior Mom Conference? Honored. Overwhelmed. Determined.
There really do need to be more hours in the day, because I just can’t find enough for all the things I want to do AND to watch Grey’s Anatomy while eating a sleeve of Oreos. But I am still here. And I’ll be back blogging before you know it.
I’m blown away that the Learned Happiness Facebook page has 102 fans! When I starting blogging, I never expected anyone to read except maybe a few close friends. But now, the blog has become a platform for mental health advocacy and a way to stay connected to a variety of people from all over the globe. I’m so glad I took the plunge and began writing online.
And as promised, I’m giving away a snowflake-inspired crochet craft in celebration. Snowflakes are my favorite way to decorate for the holidays. They are inclusive of all the winter holidays, simple, pretty, and easy to make (at least the paper ones are). If Buddy the Elf came and decked my halls in a flurry of white paper snowflakes, it would seriously be the best Christmas ever.
I’ve been crocheting, pinning, and starching these lace snowflakes for a week now and I’m in love with the results. I might need to make a set for my tree! They can hang as ornaments with a hook or ribbon, be strung on a string, or placed as table decorations.
To win the set of three snowflakes, you have three ways to enter. Do one, do two, do all three. It’s up to you!
1. Leave me a blog comment telling me what holiday or holidays you celebrate and your favorite tradition.
2. Tweet about the giveaway. Leave me a comment telling me you tweeted along with your twitter handle.
3. Follow Postpartum Progress on Facebook. Come back and let me know you did so in a comment. Santa’s watching, so be good.
***THIS GIVEAWAY IS CLOSED. CONGRATULATIONS TO @MEGLACASSE!***
I did something scary yesterday. As I hit “publish,” my heart was actually pounding in my chest and I took three deep breaths to slow its thumping.
I opened an Etsy store.
I know, not really so scary, right? Except it means I’m saying “I’m so good at something that you should buy it.” It’s hard for me to self-promote like that. Hard for me to believe that my work is worthy of a storefront. And it means that I accept that there’s a possibility it will fail.
Now, I have two choices: I can take every stat personally, every sale. I can calculate the ratio of dollars per stitch. I can be crushed if (when?) nobody buys anything. OR. Or I can focus on the value in the attempt. I can say, “Watch me try,” like I used to as a child. If you haven’t already, you must go read this piece by Planting Dandelions. She hits the nail on the head.
It cost me $1 to open my store and list the hats I’ve been making just for fun. Crochet is my self-care. It soothes my anxiety. I’m compulsively doing it anyway. So really, if the shop fails, I will have lost only $1 and a little bit of time. And so I hit “publish.”