Sometimes I feel so inspired I can't sleep. I have a note book and a pencil lying next to my bed, ready to receive some of the overload (read: inspiration and ideas), to spare my poor head from inundation. If the note book discharge doesn't do the trick, I may get up in the late hours and cast on some stitches pretending to start a new project. Yes, I know, a weird way of fooling myself indeed. But usually it works.
I've found, upon entering this blog world of creative inspiration, that sometimes I can feel a little nausea - trying to cope with the crazy amount of ideas I get from all over the world. Uh, gonna try that soup! - Have to make a needle felted bird! - Must knit that cardigan! - I need to bake that cake now! - Oh, can I do something to my home (like in ten minutes) to make it look like hers? - Why don't I live on the other side of the world in the mountains, raising angora gaots - or something ... - You know what I mean?
And then I take a (blog) break -both reading and writing. And get a lot of things done. And give myself time to become more rooted, to realize what it is I really want to do. To become aware of the Great Plans in my life once more. - You may say that possibly I'm too easily distracted, and you may be right. But anyway, I think it's okay to be a little aware of the danger of getting lost in cyberspace :)
And now to something totally different:
A dear friend invited me to join her for a weekend in pure bliss: two days doing nothing else but dyeing with plants. Well, nothing else but eating wonderful food and having lovely talks while dyeing.
New life to my advent wreath - now converted into a yarn hanger!
Mostly I dye during summer and knit during winter, but this weekend was such a lovely splash of colors in all the whiteness of the snow.