Thursday, March 18, 2010
I've entered the world of amigurumi. Say it with me: Ahh-mee-gah-ru-mee.
Roll it around in your mouth. It feels as good as it looks: tiny animals, anthropomorphic objects, all with a smile and those big, doughy eyes you could get lost in.
Take this tiny cup of coffee, for example. No bigger than a chicken egg, it's now sitting on a skinny shelf in my den, smiling at me while I watch crime dramas and crochet other adorable items.
I checked out basically every book of amigurumi I could get my hands on at the Seattle Public Library. One of them talks about the the cultural phenomenon of amigurumi and kawaii (cuteness) showing up in Japanese culture after the war, when things were sad and defeatist. In order to bring joy to the working men and women stuck in windowless cubicles the cult of cuteness was born.
A quick web search and I can't find any information that substantiates that historical perspective. And yet, I think we could all use a little cute now and then.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
After a bit of confusion and technical difficulty, my Toy Society drop has finally been posted on the official Toy Society blog! Check it out here.
And here's my pitch for TS: If you're like me and constantly making more things than the people in your life want, Toy Society is a great way to share the love. So there. Check it out.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Yesterday's post was part rant, part playing-the-martyr, part gloom-and-doom, part ridiculous.
Here it is: My body is host to something, what the doctors and the insurance company like to call major depressive disorder. It's a dark, sticky, horrible disease that floats through my veins like molasses, urging me into downward spirals. And I'm at the bottom of one of those spirals. At my most self-loathing, completely paralyzed, bottomed out, what's-the-point-anyway state of mind.
I try to go offline when this happens, keep the dark to myself. I don't write, blog, call, or answer the doorbell. I get it. You don't want to be party to my misery. Hell, I don't want to be party to my misery. (Party, by the way, seems like the wrong word here.)
Yesterday I broke the rules. I got hold of my blog and spewed the darkness on all of you. And for that I'm sorry. I do like blogging for its own sake. I do like crafting and following other people's directions and adding my own flair.
Plus, blogging is the toilet of writing: which is to say, if your house is a mess, start by cleaning the toilet. It's fast and offers such a great sense of accomplishment. Blogging is the same. Jot out a few sentences, add a photo or two, and poof! Proof that I'm more than my day job; more than my windowless office and those brittle press releases I produce like so many dandelions.
I like to have that proof out there in the world, accessible (if only to me) from any computer on the globe. So again, I'm sorry. I'm not well. But I'm on a path to getting better.
Monday, March 15, 2010
I've been doing a lot of thinking about blogs in general and this blog in particular. I spend a lot of my time making this (and other) blog(s), making things, snapping photos in more or less mediocre light, uploading, editing, crafting language, sculpting pixels and code into tiny works of art(?). I can't explain my impulse, can't explain why I need to share things with the world, but I think it has a lot to do with a) my internal nature to BE a writer, even if it's not in any formal, published way anymore and b) supreme vanity (which comes from supreme self-loathing and being really really unsure of my place in the world).
I want people to notice me and tell me I'm worthwhile. But guess what folks? This isn't doing that for me. No one is noticing (except my mom). No one is telling me I'm worthwhile. And even if they were, I wouldn't listen.
I like to believe that I'm putting information out there into the world and participating in a blogging community of crafters and like minded people, but the truth is: I'm not. I'm just here, showing off my stuff. And PS: It's not even MY stuff. I'm just mimicking other people's patterns and recipes. There is no actual creativity here. No insight. Nothing original.
So there. I think this is my grouchy way of saying I'm going offline for awhile? Forever? It turns out that I'm telling "you," but there is no "you" out there. So it doesn't actually matter. Maybe I'm telling me. So that I can remember.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Finished these awhile back, back so far as January, but then I got caught up in the Thing a Day madness and couldn't very well post them, since they were a Thing of Past Days, which was not the agreement.
Tiny leg warmers from this free online pattern. I, of course, can't follow directions and had to add some stripes of my own purling. I'll be holding my new niece in approximately three weeks, and then we shall see if these leg warmers do indeed fit all kids from 3 months to 3 years. Wouldn't it be fantastic if they did?
Machine washable. Made with leftovers from her brother's birthday sweater. Plus some other stuff, like stomach pink and small intestine white. (I guess I should some day post the knitted digestive system so you can see for yourself.)