When my son, Riley, sees dark clouds on the horizon, he tells me of the coming storm. We live in the Bay Area of California so storm is quite the relative term. We have been in a drought lately. Rain, even in it's lightest most sprinkly form, is a novelty, and one we are prepared to enjoy with our rain boots every chance we get. The word looming comes to mind when dark ominous cloud seem to be foretelling a storm. Not for California's, we see hope, promise, renewing. We know that no matter how dark the clouds get a true 'storm' isn't very likely. Should we get a real storm, in some ways it would be welcome. Sometimes, I just get the itch to make something. Something with my own two hands. I'm not a very crafty person. I don't like doing things requiring too many details. Precision isn't a goal for me. I like to bake but would rather cook because recipes can be more easily fudged. Don't boss me! I don't love directions. I'm sorta sloppy. My hubby found this out about me early on. My laundry folding techniques were much more free than his.
The first couple of years of our marriage Ryan and I had to go to a laundry mat to get our clothes washed. Since we had no kids yet we went together. We did most everything together because we didn't need the tactic of divide and conquer. As we would fold laundry, Ryan would come along behind me and refold what I had already folded. It was certainly one of our most unique newlywed fights. I didn't like my folding technique corrected, he didn't like his clothes disheveled (even if they were just going in a drawer!). To this day, laundry folding isn't something I love to do. Ryan has taken on much of the laundry folding throughout the last 13 years.
Anyway, I wanted to get started on an easy and mindless project for my hands. For me that would be stress relieving. I decided to picked up a knitting loom. It looked so easy to use. I thought I would just pick it up and with zero experience and start whipping out hats, boot cuffs, fingerless mittens, ya know be awesome. I wasn't an expert loomer right when I got it into my hands. In fact it was hard for me. Not so mindless. I tried to knit off my loom and it was frustrating, not the easy stress relieving project I was hoping for. My hands didn't know what to do and youtube was my unfeeling teacher. I was thinking way too hard, the opposite of what I wanted.
While I was getting out yarn for the loom I found an old crochet project I had never finished. I decided to pick it up and give it a try. I was amazed at how my fingers got to work with hardly a thought on my part. Muscle memory is real! There was the stress relief I was looking for! Found in something I already knew how to do. I'm not fancy with crochet. I know a couple of stitches and if I follow a pattern it has to be super simple or I will surely go rouge. I want to relieve stress not create more of it! I want my brain to be able to unwind.
The kids had never seen me crochet before. They were amazed at what my hands could just do. They were mesmerized. They kept saying it looked so easy. It's like I had this secret hidden talent. What I really had was zero talent, but years and years of practice. They decided to try. I got them set up and as you can imagine, it was incredibly difficult. Not mindless for them at all. It required their full attention and even then nothing was coming out right. Just like my new loom, kid crochet time was quickly abandoned.
I got some rough news. Not terrible. A set back. Dark clouds seem to be looming in my story. There is nothing I can do in my power to change the circumstance at this moment. It's out of my hands. Rather than freak out and shout at the ominous sky, I'm going to sit back and watch the darkness roll on by. My hands are still busy with creating. I am going to keep doing what I know how to do and get even better at it. I'll do what is in my hands to do. As soon as this 'storm' passes, I will be in a better spot than when it came in. I'm going to look at my dark clouds through a California lens, promise and hope. When the sun starts peaking through again, I'll be in a great place because I didn't cower and lament. I kept moving forward, one stitch at a time. I like crochet.
I don't do looming.
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