The calendar says I’m one age and my mind says another. I don’t think I’m as old as I am.
I’m in the process of decluttering my life with all the stuff I’ve been accumulating, while knitting to keep the sanity.
Living in the mid-Atlantic area. Married to the same man, Mr. Aitch, for a long, long time. Two kids and
four five grandkids. Ride on the back of a Harley with Mr. Aitch or ride my own Suzuki Boulevard.
I love to knit, paint, sew, cross stitch, dabble in paper crafts (not scrapbooking but other things with paper like origami), ceramics, draw, do printmaking, make polymer clay buttons, sew, ride my motorcycle, drink wine, and eat though I can’t do all of those things at the same time. I used to be an art teacher so most artsy things appeal to me. As much as I think I would like to spin my own yarn, I really don’t need another hobby. See the above decluttering statement.
Edit: I started quilting. More stuff to deal with.
I love stranded knitting and want to learn more about designing. Dyeing yarn is on my to-do list. Edit: Did it!
Felting intimidates me. I like to know what something will be rather than risk disaster…like the surprise felting that happens. Oops! Edit: I’ve successfully felted! And I love it. Yes, it’s unpredictable but that’s ok.
Silkscreening and block printing were a huge part of my life BC (before children) and I never got back to it even though both children are now adults and living their own lives. Designing my own printed fabric is something I really want to do.
Several years ago my daughter and I started “thinking” about opening an etsy shop. We have our product, we just need the time to devote to it and have the confidence to sell things.
Back in the ‘80’s when country decorating was big, I used to do tole painting and sold my things in area craft shows. I even won 3rd place for an original basket. Before every show, I’d worry about whether anyone would buy my things. They did and I even sold out of some things. But I still worry about it, hence my reluctance to start the etsy shop.
Oh, yeah, the photo of me standing on the rocks was taken on our motorcycle trip to Newfoundland. Beautiful place. I want to go back sometime. Got Screeched in, too.