Saturday, March 29


Amélie is finished! I love how it turned out, a bit on the bigger size, but it doesn't bother me that much. I had some difficulties during the lace pattern, because I misinterpreted the yarn over . But in the end it wasn't too difficult at all. In fact, I learned a lot of new techniques (like Sunday Short Rows, three needle bind off, the nice ribbed effect of knitting through the back loop,..)
When I started knitting about a year ago, I would have never thought I was able to knit something like this. Although it's not perfect and I made many mistakes without correcting them all, I'm very pleased with the result.
Designer: Gudrun Johnston

Yarn: Lang Yarns Merino 150, Gray

Monday, March 24

Happiness is handmade

I have lots of sewing projects queued up and finally got my butt behind my sewing machine to start the first: a baby bib. Always nice to give something handmade when a baby is born. A good practice for sewing biaistape in the round by the way. I really need that practice.

At first I thought it was too small, but when yesterday at work I had to help out on the neonatal care unit, I had these little just under 2kg babies to bottle feed on my arm - so sweet- I knew it fitted a newborn baby too.

(Linking up with KCCO)

What are you crafting these Spring days?

Wednesday, March 12

Petite picky ~ pending ~ pants

Initially knitted to be gifted.

Next, getting too emotionally attached to it.

Now, keeping it safe in a box of 'maybe, one day'-plans.

Picky Pants-pattern, size: newborn

Saturday, March 1

Why I need a bigger craft room

Simply because there is no box, basket, shelf, closet or any other storage place left to put away all my crafty ingredients. My messy craft/living room is an illustrative representation of my present mind and how I feel nowadays about work, life, existence.
Is it the weather? The Winter here isn't here, it feels fake. Is it a particular life phase I'm going through? Is it my inevitable 30th birthday I don't want to face? Because frankly, I really don't want to turn 30. I never guessed life would be so, I don't know, demanding for me. I never guessed I would be so upset with the thought I should really start raising some kids and smile like the happy family on posters of toothpaste commercials because that's what society expects me to do. While still, all I want to do is keep on dreaming about how I want the world to be. I don't fit in sometimes. But, who does actually?
Some of my friends ride the rollercoaster and have no trouble buying a new ticket after the ride. It's like, they don't think it over? They just do what life or society demands them to do, and that in the most common order of relationship, marrying, having babies. And to me it seems like the queue for the coaster is getting longer and longer, giving me more time to think and puzzle over numerous little things in life. Am I too afraid for the responsibilities that come with being 30?
I've changed so much in the past ten years, that I would have  done things in a completely different way if I'd had the opportunity to do it again. I'm not sure about my choice for nursing anymore, then why did I additionally master in it? Then why I feel more burned out than ever when I first started the job, 8.5 years ago? Where has the ambitious, energetic, passionate and empathic nurse gone? Have I really turned into the nurse I always was afraid of becoming: routined, frustrated, emotionally exhausted and with a lost professional and personal identity? For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm more alone than ever. Is it the stirring encounter of my parent's agening, vulnerability and mortality that frightens me? Or is it that I thought to be settled by now, and I'm actually not? That I always thought to have it all figured out by now and I actually have more life questions than ever?

Don't get me wrong: I'm engaged to a great man (but again, we don't even know if a marriage is really neccessary for us), I've got  a job (that's something really precious to have), I've still got my both great parents and we're about to construct our own home after living together in apartements and with parents-in-law for the last 6 years. So I've got plenty of things to be grateful for and to look forward to. Then why, I feel like I have no control or no energy left to start living the life of a 30 year old?
So in the end, I guess I need a bigger craft room to get things straight and reorganize my thoughts and goals in life. To stop worrying and just get on with it. To finally take some responsibilities and just live life as it comes and be happy with it.

Thanks for reading.