Well, since it's nearly the end of the year, I've been thinking about habits. Bad habits, mine in particular, and the difficulty of changing bad habits.
Yesterday, when I was at WEBS for their big sale, I perused their marked-down knitting yarns, of course, but found nothing of interest. Not because there was nothing worth knitting, mind you, there were plenty of lovely, inexpensive, good-quality merinos, for example, but because my single-track mind seems to have moved onto weaving. Thus, all I wanted, all I came home with, was weaving yarn - 21 cones of yarn, to be precise. See?
That's a lot of yarn. I'm going to dig out the rest of my weaving-appropriate yarn this week and stock these shelves with it - the shelves, conveniently, are right next to my big loom. That would be the big loom I've still not managed to warp successfully.
So, one of my habits that is a bit much is how I get so single-minded about something to the exclusion of everything else, and how I combine that with pursuing the easiest part of being obsessed with something new - such as buying weaving yarn and weaving books, not to mention a big loom - while avoiding the harder parts - such as learning to warp the big loom.
I know I'll push myself past the difficulties of warping the big loom (and I have lots of experienced-weaver friends who can come help if I need them), but it's pointing out to me how I get to a certain, fairly decent level of knowledge for any pursuit I take up, but I never, or rarely at least, get really, really good at something. I learn about 80% of what there is to know, and then I get distracted by something else. So, for example, I'm a pretty good knitter - I can cable and knit lace and Fair Isle and intarsia, sweaters and hats and gloves and socks, I've even steeked, back in the days before knit-blogging - but my interest in knitting is flagging a bit. I'm still knitting (I may have knit for six babies this year, but my parents' Christmas afghan? maybe by next Christmas, I think; my hands need a rest), but evidently I'm not going to turn into an incredible knitting designer. Of course, does the world really need yet another lace shawl or cabled sock or Fair Isle vest pattern? Probably not, come to think of it. (I still can't figure out how to use Ravelry efficiently for finding patterns, by the way.)
It's funny, this getting older stuff, it nibbles at me, with the dread of not having the time to do or be what I want, whenever I can figure out what it is I want to do or be when I grow up. I love the thrill of being obsessed, but sometimes I'd like a little balance in my life. To get some exercise now and then. To cook and eat good food. To push myself past that initial plateau of good-enough knitting/spinning/weaving/dragonfly-chasing/whatever, and get to that very hard work of creating out of my own being.
An exhausting thought, and yet I come around to it again and again over the years. Hmm.
In the meantime, here are a few photos of the second strip of the heathered-wool blanket I promised you. I've got the third strip - a dark one again - already warped on the rigid heddle loom and the first color of weft already woven. It'll be really interesting to see how this all turns out - I have some control of parts of this process (choosing the yarns, setting up the overall dark-light stripe pattern, etc.), but much of it is up to chance (how each strip will look next to its final neighbors), and that keeps me fascinated. It's a path of discovery I'm weaving myself here.