Or so I am told. That is a thing of which I still need to believe. And apparently [out of some 200 participants], so do others who have embarked and set sail upon the heroic seas of Suzy's [Wool Wench] and Arlene's [Spin Artiste] adventure to Fibery Goodness, and quest for a Golden Fleece.
Upon reading similar concerns, and joining the conversations of other fellow travelers, whether in the Fibery Goodness Forum, or on Facebook, I am not alone in feeling overwhelmed. I am not alone in questioning my want, or lack thereof, in looking back upon my life. Been there. Done that. And I am far from alone in pondering where to actually Begin.
Module One Collection
Here's a link to my Inspiration Board created when the first group signed on.
Said crew is looking a tad perplexed!
With Module One came questions. And as indicated earlier, I struggled with where to begin.
While I am a strong believer in the unwavering ability of one being able to influence the choices of another, whether for good or bad, this specific choice is purely mine. Truly one that no one else can make. And in trying to answer just the first two questions, and my entire reason for writing this post, I have come to understand that my Adventure [for now. I reserve the right to invoke "A Woman's Right to Change Her Mind" prerogative. (Yeah--- That's the ticket! That's my Story. And I'm stickin' to it.)] is more about rekindling. A reclamation of sorts. And a Call unto its own.
I know now that my Adventure began when--- After becoming physically disabled, and spending time Mourning the life I no longer had: Hiking; Wildlife Photography; Gardening; Working for a Living to maintain a roof over my head; and more--- After determining the need to downsize and questioning why certain of things I continued to hang onto for decades--- I determined to reclaim a time in my life. One that I sorely missed.
I pulled out a little drop spindle and painted it. [I so wish I had taken a Before photo, because it was not very pretty. But it had been a Gift. And so was Kept.]
It had been so long, and I wasn't quite sure of myself, so I started to surf YouTube for videos on hand spinning. I eventually found a burgeoning community of fiber people on Facebook. My Adventure had thus begun.
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It takes me FOREVER to get anything accomplished, because I simply cannot sit at it for long stretches at a time. So I am QUITE grateful that the course requires only a few meters of yarn, for each module, and not a 4 oz. skein. Because, where someone can spin up a fantastic skein of fibery goodness in a day, over a weekend, it can literally take me WEEKS. Months, when frustration and periodic Recovery Modes set in. But--- I have fallen in love with all these new artsy batts and yarns. [No such thing when I first learned to spin.] And I have YouTube and Facebook, and all of these wonderful inspiring artisans I've met, over the last few years, to thank. So--- Thank You!
OMG! I mean, O. M. G!!! I finally knew just how I could use my little hand spun Torn Denim skein. Lights went on. Bells rang out. THIS I could DO.
Younger Me weaving outdoors.
But multiple ruptured discs, a lower spine riddled with Osteoarthritis, another disc made bad during physical therapy, Fibromyalgia, and yada, yada, yada y-e-s there's more---- (Heavy sigh!) It was with a great reluctance that I eventually put my books and measurements and pricing away. I deleted bookmarked resources. I was not going to be weaving any kinds of rugs.
But what's that old adage about Hope springing Eternal?
Younger Me weaving indoors.
The loom she teaches on reminded me, that like quilting--- I did NOT need to quilt an entire full sized bedspread to get involved in quilting. I could start small; with a wall hanging or pillow top.
I can no longer sit on the floor and attempt to weave in front of a large loom. But, graciously, I realized that I could build a much smaller one, kept set upon a table top, and weave in tapestry. So I had THAT mulling around quietly inside my brain matter for months. Thank you ever so much, Lynda Pete!
For months after discovering Suzy's circular weavings, I wracked my brain trying to figure out how I was going to make it work with something I already had on hand [without spending any kind of money; due to living on a very limited (SSD) income] --- a stash of metal rings. Perfect. A pre-mounted wall hanging. I did sque-e-eeze in a small purchase of some beautifully hand dyed 100% Mohair Boucle from Grace Gerber's etsy store [My jaw dropped when I saw her update of all those little skeins of boucle--I so wanted to buy every last one!], in anticipation of my first real weaving.
My first real weaving
Pegs. Gears. Removability.
"Pick Me! Pick Me!" it screamed. It took a few tries to figure out the right warping, but soon I was on my very merry way.
So--- I do believe that my Turning Point is more in the Here and Now. But--- I know there will be a bit of Looking Back involved. Because a part of my Creative Spirit died Way Back When. And I know we are defined by our Past. But, what's done is done, comes to mind as I write this. And some things ARE better left where they lay. But I am very open to new discoveries. And maybe, just maybe, a key to a possible future is buried in a treasure chest of the Past.
My Captains Quarters
I'm looking forward to sailing the virtual open seas, and discovering what uncharted Creativity holds in store. And though I am the only Captain at my helm, I know I am not traveling, or waffling, or struggling alone. The open seas are not always calm. But I am not the only ship set sail.
Module One Yarn Preparation
Happy Sailing to my Fellow Captains.