The last few weeks have been kinda exciting for me, as the depression has fully lifted my passion for fibre arts has reignited with a vengeance and its made me soooo happy. Of course, me being me, I have had my share of wobbles, moments when I've let the little voice inside me telling me I'm not good enough come to the forefront of my mind and make me wonder if it is right. I am honestly sick of fighting with that voice, but one good thing of kicking it into touch is that its made me realise a few things. The most important of these being that I have always put quite a low cap on the budget to feed my fibre arts passion. The occasional book or dvd was ok, but workshops felt like a completely frivolous expense that I didn't deserve. Buying 500gms or so of merino for batt making was ok, but actually ordering more than that so I had less limited choices of colours was completely unacceptable to me.
I've realised thinking like this I've been sabotaging myself and have decided to make some changes. Now I know we're on a relatively limited budget, so I'm not talking about going to World of wool with a van and filling it to the top lol, but actually working out a monthly fibre arts budget and either spending it or sticking it in a savings account. Also investing some time in myself, stopping seeing my craft activities as frivolous wastes of time- following your heart and doing what you love is never frivolous (well at least not in a bad way).
I've been making some tentative steps already towards implementing these changes. I have enrolled on an online course about colour blending (at fibreygoodness) - it looks like so much fun, I can't wait to have a free morning to get started. I've also got my eye out for sign-ups opening in the autumn for the longer Journey to the Golden fleece course, which looks amazing!
And just so this post isn't completely without pictures I'm going to share my favourite weaving I've made so far, this is hanging near the bed so I see it every morning.
It has lyrics from Ghost Song by Jim Morrison scattered on it with children's letter beads:
Awake.....
Shake dreams from your hair,
my pretty child,
my sweet one.

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