Bad Moon Rising

This is a long post that has to do with blogging – not really knitting – and there are no pictures. You’ve been forewarned.

The other day, after receiving a not so nice comment, reading this article, and hearing from blogger friends who had been abused in comments and blog posts recently, I came up with a BRILLIANT IDEA! I sent out this email:

BRING IT ON! An Experiment in Blogging
Dear Friends and Fellow Bloggers,

I hope this email finds you happy and arms full of yarn. So – I’ve had a CRAZY idea. I know, you’re shaking your heads, but this one is even CRAZIER than usual and I’d love to hear your opinions.

I’m thinking of a BRING IT ON day on the blogs – or at least MY blog. Lately I’ve had some not so nice comments – both on the blog and behind the scenes – directed at me and my life and coupled with the article that appeared in the New York Times the other day, I thought that it would be really really interesting to just see the comments fly. I’m proposing a 24 hour period where people could leave, in the comments, the best criticsm they could come up with for me. I would set some ground rules – nothing about my family or religion or stuff like that – just about ME. I would ask them to stick to what they’ve seen or read on the blog – or if they’ve met me in person – but it’s okay if they don’t stick to it. And I would welcome anonymous comments.

What do you think would happen? Would I need to be in therapy for another fifteen years? Would friendships be lost? Or would all the negativity cancel itself out and eventually, reading all those awful comments, people would see how stupid it really is. That the adage – if you don’t have anything nice to say – don’t say anything at all – really DOES make the world a better place.

I just hatched this idea. But I think it could be extremely interesting, probably very hurtful, most likely entertaining and hopefully a learning experience for all involved – bloggers and commenters alike. I’d like to think I’d be putting my money where my mouth is – but maybe I really have knit one too many miters.

I look forward to hearing from you!
Have a fantastic day!
Best,
Cara

One by one, people responded back and were overwhelmingly negative about my proposal – with some very good reasons. It would probably devolve into silliness – like a sixth grade slam book with comments about how my feet were ugly and my breath bad. Or that I’d actually be overwhelmed with POSITIVE comments instead of negative. Or that it would truly get very, very ugly and I might not be able to recover from it. That when the 24 hr period ended, I’d get even more badness for closing it down. I thought, the worst that could happen is that I would take down the blog. And I don’t want to take down the blog.

I needed to further examine what I wanted from this experiment. Did I want constructive criticism? Not really. I’m plenty critical of my life and I have a VERY honest husband and family who tell it to me like it is, not to mention an excellent friend who’s ready to call me on all aspects of my life. I often call Ann and ask her if I’m being ridiculous about something – and she always lets me know how she really feels. Honesty is a fantastic gift in my life, even if the criticism is sometimes hard to hear. But there’s a difference between criticism delivered safely, lovingly, RESPECTFULLY as opposed to just dumped in your lap without regard. You catch more flies with honey than you do with shit.

Speaking of shit, I was working with an analogy when I came up with this experiment. I thought, if I fill the room with shit – here I’m talking about the comments – and people really really let me have it – let out all the petty jealousies, the legitimate gripes, the suggestions on how to make my world better, i.e. more like THEIR world – well then, in the end all the badness might cancel itself out. Like if you fill the room with shit – eventually you’re not going to smell it anymore. You know what I mean?

If your blog has more than one reader (who’s not your mom – or maybe it is your mom?) chances are someone’s thought ill of you. Either they thought your knitting skills sucked. Your design was a rip off. They could DEFINITELY do better than you. I would assume that the more readers you have, the more that negative number rises. I’m no saint here – of course I’ve thought (and even said) not so nice things about other people – even other bloggers – but I’ve never deliberately gone out of my way to make someone feel bad in public. Whether on my site or someone else’s site or on their own site. In fact, I try to adhere to a strict policy of never saying anything negative about anyone in emails, let alone blogs. Does this make me a hypocrite? Sure! I can think it! But do I have the balls to put it out there?!? I’m not sure it has anything to do with balls. I think it has to do with thought and action. We can think many many negative things all day long, but it’s acting on those thoughts that really says who we are. At least that’s how I think about it. I’m not above petty jealousies. I’m not above lashing out if I think someone I love has been hurt. I’m not above idle gossip. Please. I’m a human being. But I don’t think those are the types of things I want lasting forever – like emails or blog posts. They’re not constructive. They don’t help anyone (but maybe me for like five minutes and then oftentimes I feel guilty.) And they don’t do anything to change a situation.

While I was thinking about this grand sociological experiment and how it could or could not work, I started thinking about what motivates people to be so mean. I’m sure you’ve all heard about the Kathy Sierra incident – a blogger started getting death threats and horrid pictures of her were photoshopped – for instance, a photo of her with a noose nearby – and posted on a blog that seemed to exist only to bash other bloggers. What could she possibly have written to garner such meaness? What makes people be so mean? [Read the NYTs article above and this link I found through MJ. Thanks MJ!]

I can only speak to knitblogs because that’s really all I read – so let’s talk about them. We’ve all seen blogs that seem to exist to denigrate other knitters. They’re equal opportunity haters too – designers, bloggers, new knitters, old knitters, knitters who knit with one hand, two hands, their feet – whatever – everything’s game! I guess a blog like this serves a purpose – on those days that you just hate the world and want to revel in that hate, it’s sometimes nice to go over to a blog like this and join in on all the fun. Although at the end of the day, even when I’m languishing in the hate, it just makes me sad. I still don’t understand what people get out of bashing other people. Most of all, I’m left wondering, why do people care so much? It’s my experience that people don’t do things unless they’re getting something out of it for themselves – it’s rare to find a truly altrustic action. I blog because I want to show off my knits and I love to write and I like to be funny – I get a lot back from it: lots of nice comments, inspiration, new friends. But what do I get back if I trash someone? Do I get to feel superior? Is it going to make my knitting better? Or make me feel better ABOUT my knitting? Anything negative I say about someone else is a reflection on me. What am I so unhappy or upset or unsatisfied with? What can I change ABOUT ME to make my life better?

Let’s set a few things
straight about what I think about criticism: if you want to criticise a knitting book or pattern or blog, that’s perfectly acceptable to me. A designer puts those designs out there and once they’re in the world, you can’t control how people see that design. You have to hope they either love it or hate it – some kind of REAL reaction. If you write a pattern and people start knitting it and it’s full of mistakes and the schematics are all wrong and the actual finished garment is so ridiculously put together that you can’t tell the neck from the elbow, well, then THE PATTERN deserves to be ripped a new one. But not the designer. Wouldn’t it be great if we could talk about the problems with a pattern that would actually HELP the designer write a better one next time? Like some kind of collaboration? Why bring the personal into it?

I’m no stranger to criticism. I graduated from an MFA program in Creative Writing which means for two years I got to sit in a workshop where every week another writer was raked across the coals. I would spend hours and hours writing a story only to have my classmates sit around and talk about all the things that were wrong and bad and awful about that story. If you’ve never been through a critique it’s a wonderful thing! Most of the time, the criticism that was valid was immediately apparent to me and I got really good at throwing out the rest of it, but it’s still hard to hear negative-ness about your babies.

I’ll give you two examples of criticism I recently encountered. One had to do with a knitting project. A comment was left on my blog that basically said, “Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the project. I think I’ll keep my opinion to myself.” (Which in and of itself is kind of ridiculous because duh – the opinion was RIGHT OUT THERE.) I emailed the commenter and said – come on! Let me have it! Tell me what you really think! And she did. What ensued was a very nice conversation about what makes us tick as knitters and what we like and don’t like and it was civilized and THAT’S the kind of criticism I welcome. That same day I got another comment that basically said I was crazy and that all my knitting was a waste of time and I should be out helping people instead of being dirty and sitting on my ass all day making this waste of money blanket. (Incidentally, this commenter later apologized for her comment.)

That one I didn’t like. That one was personal. That one JUDGED ME. When you read someone’s blog, you’re really only getting a teeny tiny glimpse of their life. I share with you what I want to share with you. So maybe I’m out slopping soup at homeless shelters all day long or maybe I’m kicking puppies up and down the street – YOU DON’T KNOW. I would hope that you would judge me by what you read on the page and the way I behave through the rest of blogland without jumping to conclusions about the life you DON’T read about. I know this is a very tall order. We can’t help but draw conclusions – imagine realities that don’t necessarily exist – and pass judgment based on the little knowledge we have. I do it all the time. Once again, I believe it’s part of being human. But we DO have the ability to STOP ourselves and take a step back. In the five minutes you might take to write that scathing comment, take another minute to read it over and really think about what it says. Would you want to receive a comment like that on your blog? What if your friend got a comment like that? What would be your reaction?

And of course, we’re useless when we try to defend ourselves. I put it out there that I don’t shower on a daily basis. So if someone wants to judge me on that fact alone, well there’s nothing I can do. On the flip side, I know all about the arguments of free speech. It’s my blog and I can say whatever the hell I want! Then why are we so upset if someone comes and disagrees with us? Why then does it all fall apart into a “you are censoring me because you don’t agree with me even though I said these awful things about you on my blog!?” I can count many instances where legitimate discussions have collapsed in blog comments because someone, inevitably, writes “IT’S THEIR BLOG – THEY CAN SAY WHAT THEY WANT!” But what you say and put out in the world in your name has consequences. There are real live people sitting at home behind computers reading blogs.

There’s been lots of talk about codes of conduct on blogs and how we should act and decorum and decency and I’ve given a lot of thought to it in the past few days. I know, that were a code of conduct to come about, that I would have a VERY hard time adopting one for my blog. If I did, it would have to be the most lenient code available. Because, honestly, I do believe in free speech. And I do believe in the free exchange of ideas. And I do believe that I deserve to get back what I put out into the world.

And I believe that criticism can be healthy and constructive and very welcome.

If you threaten me, or my family, or steal from me, or destroy my reputation in some way – that’s no longer free speech. Then it becomes a matter of law.

So I’ve written a really long post, but have I really said anything? I’m not sure. But I wanted to put this out there in the knitblog world because I think it’s important. I really do believe that this is a COMMUNITY in the best sense of the word (and world – which is the first word I typed.) I have been fortunate enough to meet A LOT of knitbloggers and I hope to continue to meet more. One of the reasons I keep my blog as intimate and honest as I do is that when I meet a knitblogger I want them to feel as comfortable with me in person as they do when reading the blog. I’m anxious and crazy and I want you to be prepared when you meet me. No surprises. What you read is what you get. 😉

Do I think that anything will change because I wrote this epic essay? That would be pretty narcissistic of me, for sure. Hopefully. Maybe a little. I’ve already seen some nice healing just from the email I sent out. Do I think we should all get along? ABSOLUTELY NOT. There are bloggers (and people) that just aren’t going to be your cup of tea. And that is perfectly acceptable to me. And if you have an opinion – by all means SHARE IT! But use a little common sense and common courtesy. Is it really that hard? Really?

In conclusion (thank god!) I would like to see a wonderful discussion in the comments – like the one that went on the other day at Steph’s. Dig deep and tell me why you think you were mean that time. Were you threatened by something? Jealous of something? (I would think that my petty outbursts are the direct response of envy. I want whatever it is that someone else has – as hard as it is to admit it.) What do you think about a code of conduct? Do we really need rules? Isn’t the Golden One good enough? What do you think would have happened if I HAD openend up the blog to all the negativity I could handle for 24 hours?

I leave you with this quote, found serendipitously while reading the NYT’s obituary for Kurt Vonnegut:

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”

From God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater.

The Power of the Blog Compels Me

Yesterday I got some truly heartbreaking news. Well, I didn’t get it so much as stumble upon it. I made a lovely lunch of scrambled eggs and english muffins and sat down to watch my absolute favorite soap opera ever: Another World.

I’ve talked about this before, but watching the repeats of AW on SoapNet have been nothing but PURE BLISS for me. I started watching the soap opera when I was a young girl and continued watching it until they took it off the air. The day they started reshowing it on SoapNet was truly a holiday for me! To see those characters that I loved for over 20 years come back to life, well, I was speechless. To be able to spend hours knitting and spinning and fall in love again with the rich cast of characters was quite a gift.

Until yesterday. Yesterday, when I went to watch my beloved AW, I noticed that instead the sappy sophmoric sleeze-fest called One Tree Hill was on instead. Okay okay okay, breathe, maybe they changed up the time on you! They do that a lot. Breathe breathe. Maybe it’s one of those marathons. Okay okay okay. NO!! NO NO NO NO NO! SoapNet unceremoniously DROPPED ANOTHER WORLD from its schedule without a peep. There are 24 HOURS in a day – they can’t find ONE HOUR to show AW?!? Not one? BUT they can show One Tree Hill and The OC – then REPEAT THE SAME EPISODES like TWO HOURS LATER?! Give me a break.

I don’t know if you’re a fan of Another World, but if you’ve ever had something you love taken away from you without nary an OUNCE of respect, I’d encourage you to sign this petition. Also, if you’d like the phone number and or email address to complain to the network, leave me a comment and I’ll email you back.

DUDES! I was SO SAD yesterday I might’ve cried. Things were JUST getting good between Vicki and Ryan!! What’s going to happen with Cass and Frankie and Kathleen?!? Is Taylor FINALLY going to get her due for screwing with Sharlene? FREAKING CARL HUTCHINS IS BACK!!!!

PLEASE! BRING BACK ANOTHER WORLD!

ETA: GO HERE.

Saturation

So I’ve got a problem. In the scheme of stuff, it’s pretty minor but it’s on my mind nonetheless. And this isn’t one of those please tell me I’m right kind of posts – I’ve made up my mind about what I’m going to do and nothing you say is going to change it, but I feel like I’d like to talk about it.

I was checking my stats (because a little narcissism never hurt anybody) and I came across a discussion about my blog happening on a popular knitting chat board. The thread was started by someone who had stumbled across my blog and liked what they saw and wanted to share it. (Thank you so much by the way!) A few people posted that they read the blog pretty frequently, but lately it had gotten kind of boring because all I talk about are these dang mitered squares. There was even some discussion as to whether I’d ever sew the blasted things together. The discussion was very civilized and everyone’s entitled to their own opinion and that’s not my problem.

My problem is that I might kind of agree. My blog is boring now.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot actually – every time I blog a new square. Then I got this comment from Elizabeth: “Cara, for weeks you’ve only knit one thing. You have only blogged about one thing. We’ve only seen pictures of ONE THING.” I was so upset. I KNOW I’m like a broken record. Here’s another square. Here’s another square. Here’s another square. This weekend – guess what I did? I knit four more squares and started a fifth. Thankfully, Elizabeth saved my life because she followed up with: “And yet, you have made these mitered squares interesting for every single entry. “

Honestly, I’m driving myself insane. All I can do is knit these miters. I’m making myself sick with the miters. The only person who is still excited about the miters is G and that’s because he sees the blanket that will be on his bed. (That’s not completely true. I love the miters. Sometimes I hate them, but truly I love them.)

What’s the solution? I’ve thought about it. I could blog about the squares once a week. I could have this super photo filled post and list all the squares. But you know what? If I do that? I won’t be blogging but once a week. This is where my head is at. I’m not going to knit anything else until I feel like I’ve exhausted this project. It’s taken hold of me and it won’t freaking let go.

It’s been well documented (here and in the comments and even on other blogs) that I tend to go overboard with stuff. I’m not sure that’s a fair assessment. I do what I do. If I was knitting a sweater and I kept showing you pictures of the sweater in progress (which I think would be WAY more boring than my squares – but I’d do it anyway) and I knit nothing but that sweater until it was finished – would people say I was over the top? Or would they say I was knitting a sweater? What’s the difference?

I have felt a lot of guilt over this project. G will come home at the end of the day and in between knitting miters and trying to remember to eat I’ve attempted to move the dirty dishes from one side of the sink to the other. I feel like a wasteoid – but I can’t stop. I definitely have OCD tendencies – and this project has tapped right into it. I started out with 20 squares. Then I thought I’d make 25. Now I find myself dreaming about 30. I have yarn everywhere – color EVERYWHERE. It’s giving me a headache. My shoulders hurt and my calluses have calluses and still I can’t stop. You may say to yourself: who is this spoiled rotten girl who spends her whole day knitting these stupid squares when I have laundry and vacuuming and kids and responsibilities? Listen – I’m thinking the same fucking thing. And still I can’t stop.

One other thing. So I knit 100 miters, right, and I decide to NEVER sew them up. I just leave them in a beautiful pile in my bedroom or sometimes I spread them out in my living room to saturate our life with color or maybe I even hide them away in a box somewhere at the back of my closet. SO WHAT. It’s my project. I have learned – am learning – many many many things about myself and about color and about what I like and don’t like and about the way I work and it’s priceless what I’ve learned knitting these ridiculous little squares. I wouldn’t trade it for the world – the guilt and boredom and the wonder of it all.

(For the record, I have every intention of putting this blanket together. I can count the number of projects I have started and NOT finished on one hand and at least three of them are socks. I’m a crazy obsessed perfectionist – I finish what I start unless I have a fantastic reason to do otherwise.)

When I started this blog, the main purpose was to keep a record of my knitting. That’s still the main purpose. So I’m going to blog my squares. On the days that I blog the squares I’m going to talk about other stuff or not. Maybe I’ll talk about the project and maybe not but these days this mitered blanket IS my creativity. It’s the catalyst for everything I have to say here. It produces energy. It transforms me. It’s my spark.

The Little Children

Hey Nancy! This is for you!!! 😉

At 18:07:39 PM EDT, I handed back the keys to the minivan to my sister. The kids were a) all alive (I REPEAT – THEY WERE ALL ALIVE!!!!) b) fed (I won’t say well fed unless you consider a steady diet of pasta, butter, pancakes and syrup healthy) and c) happy (well, as happy as they could be now that their favorite aunt was running for the hills with nary a kiss goodbye.)

Whew!

Honestly – we had a great time! We both miss the kids terribly and have talked about nothing else since we came home (remember when E did that? Remember when C said this? Remember how sweet M was when he helped out with that?) I always miss them when I leave – I love those kids so much it hurts sometimes – but I was weeping as we pulled off their street. I’m sure a lot of it had to do with exhaustion because, man, I have NEVER been so freaking tired in my LIFE. NEVER. EVER. NEVER. Bone crushing. That’s how tired.

Let’s refresh – three kids, 6, 4 and 2. Two childless adults, 37 and 44. Alone. For the weekend. We got down to my sister’s Friday around lunch and my mom, who had the kids the night before, handed off the littlest and said SEE YA! We hung out with E for a bit and then headed off to pick up the big kids from school. All went well – I even made three different dinners for each of the kids – short order cook now on the resume – and they pretty much went to bed without a hitch! Of course, I didn’t sleep for one second the entire first night. The baby co-sleeps with my sister, which means he was co-sleeping with G and I and the poor thing would semi-wake up crying for Mommy and thrashing about then stop suddenly and go back to sleep pretty much every hour. I think my big humongous EMPTY boobs were confusing him. Poor baby. And when he was sleeping, I was listening for the other kids – waiting for them to wake up and come into our room. They didn’t. They slept. Kids 1, Me Comatose.

The next day was Saturday and I told G that this would be our hardest day because we had all three of them for the ENTIRE DAY by OURSELVES. It was overcast and drizzly and not very warm and I told him that WE MUST LEAVE THE HOUSE. I know from experience with my sister that three kids in the house the entire day is a like a death wish for the adults so we all piled into the minivan and headed off to The Franklin Institute. In restrospect, I was probably sleep walking to think we could pull this off and truly it’s a testament to my sister and her husband and what great parents they are because these kids were fantastic. They didn’t whine, they didn’t cry, they didn’t fight, they didn’t run off – all was peaches and cream. We had a great time! And we tired them out! Everyone slept that night. Even me. This was the easiest day by far.

(OH MY GOD! How could I forget!! I gave them all baths on Saturday night. HAIR WASHING AND EVERYTHING! They were so good for me too. No one cried about rinsing out the shampoo! (Not that I’m patting myself on the back or anything. I should also note that I am extremely close with my sister and her kids. Closer than most, I think. ))

Sunday was a challenge – hebrew school by 9AM! Me, alone, with all the kids! Sweatpants under nightgowns and snow boots without socks! Superman pjs with cape! Oh NO! It’s a dog in the parking lot! Everyone in Aunt Cara’s arms! M got there ON TIME and he was dressed in actual clothes AND had breakfast!! Double points for Aunt Cara! Quick! Let’s run home! Time to get dressed for the birthday party and pick up! No! You can’t wear your nightgown snow boot combo! Hair combed! Teeth brushed! WHERE’S THE FREAKING PRESENT?!?! Birthday party pick-up complete! Time to go BACK to hebrew school! Where’s G?! I SAID NOON! Run through the parking lot. There at 12:15 on the dot. M last kid picked up. Teacher says: See, I told you your Aunt wouldn’t forget you! DAMN! Points deducted. Never pick up the kid last. Back home! LUNCH! (Who the hell came up with the three meal a day plan? They should be SHOT!) NAP! (Thank god!!!!) Birthday party girl arrives home! It’s NICE OUT! Let’s GO OUT! PLAYGROUND TIME! (Yes. G and I took all three kids to the playground. No broken bones. No bloody lips. No fistfights. 100 BONUS POINTS!!!) Come home. MORE OUTSIDE! Let’s RIDE BIKES! Helmet won’t fit over super curly hair. Tears. Lots of tears. Aunt Cara says fine. Don’t wear the helmet. But if you fall over and crack your head I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU! Tricycle breaks. Damn. Let’s go in! DINNER! Pasta and butter AGAIN! Yes. You can watch a show. Turn show on. Do dishes (I did so many dishes!) KIDS ASLEEP!!!! IT’S ONLY 6:30!!! THEY HAVEN’T PEED AND THEY WILL WAKE UP IN THREE HOURS AND BE UP ALL NIGHT!!! You have no points left. YOU LOSE. Baby’s about to fall asleep when you realize he hasn’t pooped all weekend. He’s a once a day kind of guy. Shit. LITERALLY! Change diaper THREE TIMES in 45 minutes. Big kids still sleeping. Baby finally asleep. Big kids wake up. Okay. Let’s watch that movie you promised. Sorry, honey, it’s too late. BUT YOU PROMISED!!! Kids are all in various beds – some of them their own – most of them not. OTHER sister shows up sometime in the middle of the night. Don’t sleep so well. Hmmmm.

Monday, M had school and I was relieved a bit my other sister. She came down the night before and suprised the kids in the morning by managing to wake before noon. I took M to school (I PACKED A LUNCH! And wrote him a note – my mom always wrote us notes in our lunch bags) and came home to find my sister playing with the other two kids. Took five minutes to clean up the freaking kitchen AGAIN. And straighten up some toys. Sister leaves. Toddler melts down SPECTACULARLY! I made sure he couldn’t hurt himself and let him go at it. Quite impressive. Finally he calmed down and we drove around in the minivan with a movie going for C and hoping the baby would fall asleep. He does, but doesn’t make the transfer from the car to the bed. More melt downs. MY SISTER IS ON THE AIRPLANE HOME! Lots of TV that afternoon as I try to put the house back together. Pick up M from school. Twist ankle on front yard as kids climb through ivy and get stuck. Start crying. Scare kids. Love kids. MOM HOME!!!!

That was my weekend. How was yours?

I’m being sort of funny, but it was quite the weekend. G and I were stressed but we loved it too. We missed each other – I would see him and want to hug and cuddle but there were three kids on the couch between him and me and it was tough. He was a real trooper and the kids and he bonded which makes so happy. My sister and b-i-l got to get away. I proved to myself I’m much tougher than I think I am. We’re all winners!!!!

I even got to knit. A little bit.


Square #6

I started this square right before I left for my sister’s. I finished it this morning. I’ve already started the next one. This square was completely influenced by this post over at Ruth’s. Ruth has been exploring color by taking photographs and breaking them down into their elemental colors. It’s a great idea and I may just follow suit. I’ve got some flower pictures that might need to be broken down. Thanks for the inspiration Ruth!

I wanted to thank you all again for your participation in the discussion on comments and blogs. I’ve seen the topic come up quite a bit around the blogs and everything I’ve seen remains thoughtful and respectful. That’s no small task in this day and age where everything seems to break down to a toddler’s level rather quickly among the adults in this world. I said it first! I said it best! I’m RIGHT! She’s WRONG! It’s NOT FAIR! Honestly, I didn’t see any of that and I thank you so much. I hope we can have more give and take like this real soon. Thanks again for reading.

Up next: More miters! If you’re sick of these, you might want to take a break from reading. That’s about all you’re going to get for a while, I’m afraid. Well, I’m not really afraid because I love them more and more each day, but you might be bored.

PS – I almost forgot! While I was being SUPER AUNT, I also managed to do an interview with Tara for Create A Connection and the Interview Tuesday series. Check out the site – there’s lots of great stuff. Melba‘s done a great job putting it out there. Thanks girls!

One Million Possibilities

About the only thing that could possibly make me feel better is this:

When I took to my bed yesterday, I wanted to knit. But not socks or the cardigan or any of the other half knit stuff I have laying around the house. I wanted to knit a mitered square. I really really REALLY wanted to knit a mitered square. So I laid out all the TCC I have and started moving colors around on the bed and I came up with a couple of possibilities but nothing I loved. And my head hurt so I told myself don’t push it. Wait. Be patient. Today I was rewarded! One of my new batches of TCC arrived and I see a MILLION possibilities! I’m going to try to be good and get everything ready for the weekend and get some work out of the way and THEN I will be allowed to knit my miters. Only then. I might plan a few out before hand, might move some colors around, but NO KNITTING. No. I will be good. It’s a very lucky thing that I have to watch those kids this weekend, or we all might be in trouble. You might find me Monday one very sick girl mumbling miter miter miter miter over and over again rocking back and forth with imaginary needles and imaginary yarn in hand. DUDES! WAIT! IDEA! I’ve never wanted to take LSD before, for fear I’d lose myself in some kind of psychedelic haze – but OH MY GOD! What if you could take LSD and KNIT MITERS?!?! Seriously. I haven’t taken any cold medicine at all. I swear.

Before I sign off for the weekend, I wanted to sincerely thank you all for your comments on my post yesterday and especially over at Steph’s. Thank you for the tremendous insight you left here, and over there, and thank you for being respectful. I promise you: I read EVERY SINGLE COMMENT left here. I even read the fucking spam comments. I may not be able to reply to every one, but I READ THEM. And I appreciate every one of you – whether you leave a comment or not. ETA: I have my blog set up so that every comment I get comes in as an email. This way it makes it easier for me to reply back to the commenter (when I can – I’m sorry I’m not better than I am.) You might want to check your blog to see if you have this setting – it makes communication so much easier!

Have a fantastic weekend!

Best Laid Plans

I feel like stomping around and throwing a fit. I’m home today. I love my home, don’t get me wrong, but I’d much rather be playing with my friend than blowing my nose every 30 seconds. I had the sniffles at the beginning of the week and thought maybe it was just allergies. But sometime in the middle of my nice romantic night in the big city, it turned into a full-fledged cold. So no Spinning Guild for me. No fun. Just snot.

I will be spending the next 36 hours doing everything I can to rest and rest and rest. Three kids, 6, almost 4 and 2 weeks from 2, are depending on me for FUN FUN FUN this weekend and I cannot disappoint. At least if your nose is stuffed you can’t smell the poop when you change the diaper. Right? RIGHT???

PS – Steph inadvertently started an interesting conversation on blogging. In this post, she asks the question “Why blog if you don’t have people pop in and say hello?” in regards to blogs she’s visited that don’t have any comments. It didn’t go over too well, so she explains herself here. I jumped in with my opinion. It’s slightly incoherent – but I’m SICK so give me a break. I’m sure Steph would love to hear your opinion – no matter what side you’re on – she’s open minded and terrific like that.

PPS – Okay – so I just read some more of the comments over at Steph’s and because I don’t want to take up all her space I’m going to write some thoughts on commenting on blogs over here. One of the commenters mentioned how hard it is to get people to comment on blogs when you’re not in the “clique.” Oh man do I understand that feeling! What the fuck is she talking about, you’re saying – she gets like fifteen million comments a day! She IS the clique. Biotch. Comment Ho. Yeah, yeah, yeah. NOW I get a lot of comments (comparitively – there are bloggers out there getting WAY more comments than me – unless, of course, I’m giving something away – NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING. I’M JUST STATING FACT.) but when I first started blogging – I got a handful of comments here and there. For the first year or two in fact. Blogging in a community (as opposed to blogging for yourself – which I also think is VERY legitimate if that’s what you want) takes work. It’s a RELATIONSHIP. Community is a RELATIONSHIP. I’ve been asked a lot – recently in fact – how to get new blogs on the map. My answers to these questions: read and COMMENT on other people’s blogs. I like to go and leave comments on blogs that are new to me. Link to people! It may be narcisstic of me, but I like to check my stats. I like to see who’s linking to me and what they have to say. I often leave comments on blogs that have linked to me. Be a part of a swap or an online blog ring but most of all, people will engage with you if you engage with them. There are literally thousands of blogs out there – not everyone is going to read your blog. If you want an audience, go out and get it.

I’m sick. I can’t hear very well. Did that sound bad? I don’t want it to sound bad. I want it to sound honest and truthful and not pedantic and oh whatever. I have to go blow my fucking nose again. HONK!!!!! SNIFFsniff. Please excuse me. Thank you.

Colors

Ice T said it best:

(If Ice T isn’t your speed, Ann‘s got some Mr. Rogers You Tube goodness over on her site. Just sayin’.)

You don’t come out the other end of a weekend like I just had without learning some stuff about yourself. Things I learned while sitting on the couch knitting like a fiend for three and a half days:

– My husband is a saint. He can’t stand to be in the house all day and I thrive on it. So after the twenty-third hour of my sitting on the couch, knitting away furiously, saying “Isn’t this the greatest weekend ever!” over and over, it’s a miracle he didn’t hit me. He smiled and thanked me for being so happy. He also didn’t mention that I smelled. You think you’re not working up a funk sitting on that couch but you do. Trust me. I actually showered Saturday night at around 11:30 PM. (Which may not seem weird to you, but honestly, if I’m not leaving the house, I ain’t showering. Please call before you come over.) ETA: I should also say that I didn’t MAKE G stay in the house with me all weekend. He was allowed to leave. And he did. Just not as much as he would’ve liked.

– While I greatly admire the funkiness of Nona’s spectacular short row log cabin swatches (FANTASTIC TUTORIAL HERE), my mind can’t do that. How I would love to bend the way they do out in Gee’s land, but I get such satisfaction out of all those little v’s lined up in a precise, neat, orderly row that to deliberately knock things off their wack is something I’m not capable of. It makes me feel weird. AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT. I really really really am. Because I can bend and twist and turn and scare the bejeezus out of myself with COLOR. C-O-L-O-R. That’s what I’m all about.


I was particularly taken with this fuchsia color.
I used it as an accent in three of my miters.
Did you know fuchsia rhymes with Lucia?

– I’m not sure if this is really learned, because I’ve known it for a long time, but it really is all about COLOR for me. Rarely do I shoot with black & white in mind. My personal work has always been about color. My knitting has always been about color. My SPINNING has definitely always been about color. The only reason I started spinning was to make yarn like this. That was it. Not even to necessarily knit with it, just spin up all that color.

It’s funny too – my house is kind of drab in it’s decor. I have white walls EVERYWHERE. Well, the walls you can see because my living room/dining room is covered with wood-like (is particle board really wood?) bookcases thereby hiding the walls. There’s lots and lots of wood (which can be colorful, but my wood’s not) and my furniture is navy blue and my wall to wall carpeting is brown and my bedroom’s kind of brown with lots of wood and my sheets are dark and blue and so are the drapes and no wonder all I want is color in my life! Why limit myself to ROSE colored glasses?!? I want all the colors of the rainbow!

– I learned that I’m accepting of the dual nature of my obsessive tendencies. Because sometimes they can be truly grand and net me five glorious blocks of color, but sometimes they can fuck with me to the extreme and make me miserable and scared and feel vastly out of control. It’s okay though because I can take the bad with the very very good. Sometimes.

– I learned that on occasion I DO like Mondays because they give you the break you need after a weekend spent obsessing. And spinning guild. I’m extremely grateful for spinning guild because when you’re spinning you’re not knitting (because as much as we’d like to, we can’t knit ALL THE TIME, we must eat and sleep!) and yet you still get to play with COLOR!


Pre-Drafted Spunky Eclectic Fiber
Biffle – Tie Dye Colorway


Fluffy goodness all drafted up – ready to be spun!

Yesterday I knit a few rows on the KH Cardigan – it was comfort knitting is there ever was one. I learned that when you throw yourself into something – even something that COULD be comforting (like stockinette stitch miters) – when your brain is working overtime processing colors and ideas and thinking thinking thinking it’s NOT restful. Invigorating? Yes. Inspiring? Yes. Compelling? Creative? Fulfilling? Yes. Yes. Yes. Restful, though, it’s not. Today I’m going to spin a little and then I’m spending the night in the big city with my G. Tomorrow I’m off to Lawn Guyland to hang with my favorite martian and the guild. Thursday I’m off to my sister’s to BABYSIT. No rest for the weary. I’m not sure if I’ll be blogging at all until next week sometime. I will try to check in to let you all know that the kids are taking very good care of us – but if not, have no fear. My voice is back and it’s LOUD. (In fact, I wish I would just shut up already….)

Have a great week everyone!

The Grass is Always Greener

I’m not perfect. (Even if I strive for it at times with an unhealthy force.) I’m human. I can guarantee you that, on a fairly regular basis, I piss off and annoy and sometimes hurt the people that love me and that I love most in this world. So imagine the damage that I can inflict upon the strangers that may stumble upon this blog. I have deliberately chosen to write this blog in an open, intimate way – I’m not sure I could do it another way; that’s how I am in real life – and because of that it may seem to regular readers, and even casual readers, that you know me. The closer you feel to a person, the more you think you know about their life, the easier it is for them to let you down and disappoint. It’s just the way it is.

It’s been suggested that I put myself in someone else’s shoes. I am empathetic to a fault, but the truth of the matter is that I CAN’T put myself in anyone else’s shoes. I can ONLY KNOW my own life. I’ve often said that one of the reasons my marriage is as healthy as it is, is that early on I figured out that people CANNOT read your mind. If you want something from someone – if you’re not getting what you need – you MUST communicate what those needs are! You can’t fault anyone for not giving you what you want if you’ve never told them what it is you need and/or expect. (Now if they don’t deliver after that – or your demands are extraordinary – well – that’s what couples therapy is for.)

Many times I’ve felt myself apologizing to people when I talk about my problems, my pains, my disappointments because they just aren’t as bad or important as war or famine or disease – or whatever horrible thing you or someone else has had to suffer through. My problems surely aren’t as bad as other peoples. But I still have problems. And they’re the only problems I know. And because they’re my problems and I have to live with them every day, I can’t diminish how they make me feel. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR HOW YOU FEEL. Feelings aren’t rational. They oftentimes come out of nowhere and don’t make any sense whatsoever but they are what they are and there’s nothing you can do about them. If you’ve got a hangnail and it’s making your day as shitty as it possibly could be – THAT IS VALID because you’re having a shitty day. There is no need to feel bad about your shitty day because someone else found out that their loved one is very sick. Or they lost their job. Or their kid is being picked on in school. You can feel for those people, sure, but you can still feel bad for yourself.

I think this is really important. We live in a society that is always comparing things – my tv is bigger than yours. Your house is bigger than mine. My stash blows away your stash. Children are starving – why are you still buying yarn? Size matters. And, honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with a little healthy competition every now and again. But not when it comes to feelings. My feelings are my feelings and I have every right to feel them – whether you think I’m an ass or not – just like you have a right to your wonderful, horrible, gut wrenching, soul soaring feelings. I would never take that away from you. I would never judge your bad day in the face of all the horribleness happening in this world at any given minute of the day.

I think one of the greatest strengths of humans is the inability to really understand other people. It’s our most useful survival mechanism. If we could be in each other’s head – if we could actually feel the pain of others – we’d all be doomed. How could we possibly live with the weight of the world literally on our shoulders? As it is, it’s enough that we have to feel our own pain. And through that pain, we can imagine what other’s might be feeling and show them the compassion we’d want shown to us.

We all know how hard it is to get the people around the us – the people we live with every single day – our partners, our children, our parents, our friends, our co-workers. We SEE them – their body language, their facial expressions, the evidence of the bad hair day, the hang nail, the sore back that makes them moody and belligerant. We HEAR the pain in their voices, the excitement, the pity. We can FEEL their arms around us, the hand on our backs, making us feel that it’s going to be okay. All this and we STILL have trouble understanding what they’re really all about. As great as the Internet is, there is A LOT missing. Honestly, if I had every one of your phone numbers, I’d call you in a heartbeat – way before I returned an email. I NEED that connection. But since that’s not practical (and my husband would plotz at the phone bill) we must make do with this superior, albeit, cold communication. We miss so, so much. We read things wrong all the time. We say the wrong things all the time. I, myself, have hurt people through email and have been hurt through email. I’ve imagined relationships that weren’t really there. I’ve been disappointed, I’ve disappointed. I’ve also found some of my best friendships. A commaraderie that I never imagined I’d find. An understanding I’d never thought I’d realize.

I’m not perfect. I’m human after all. And more than compassion or sympathy or understanding, the one thing I’d like most in this world, the one thing I try very hard to extend (and I fail miserably sometimes) and have extended to me is RESPECT. From respect grows all manners of human kindness.

My Woolee Winder and I have come to a temporary truce.

We’ve decided to start over from a place of respect. I communicated my needs, and it communicated it’s needs and hopefully we’ll have some new yarn to show you on Monday.

As always, I know you have a choice on the Internet. Boundless choices, actually. And I fully understand if you don’t like what you read here. I encourage you to move on and find something new. But if you choose to stick around, I’d ask you to remember – I can’t read your mind. I can’t see your face or hear your voice. I don’t know how you’re feeling and you don’t know how I’m feeling unless I tell you. Most of the time that’s better for all of us. I hope, though, that to the best of your abilities, you will treat my little corner of the internet with respect. And I promise, to the best of my ability, to treat you with respect. I thank you for spending some of your hard-earned time with me and wish you only the best.

L, C

Hasta La Vista Baby!

I was planning on a proper post today, but then I had to go down Philly for a funeral. Graveside. A million degrees below zero. Fun times.

Georgie and I are off on vacay tomorrow at an ungodly hour. I’m not sure how much I’ll be blogging – we need some alone time, my man and I. I hope to have plenty of knitting and possibly some yarn to show you when I get back – and I hope to see a bunch of knitbloggers while I’m out on the left coast. Email me if you’re in the Palo Alto area Friday night.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
L, C

This Blogger’s (Silent) Poetry Reading

in keeping with a theme….

Kissing

They are kissing, on a park bench,
on the edge of an old bed, in a doorway
or on the floor of a church. Kissing
as the streets fill with balloons
or soldiers, locusts or confetti, water
or fire or dust. Kissing down through
the centuries under sun or stars, a dead tree,
an umbrella, amid derelicts. Kissing
as Christ carries his cross, as Gandhi
sings his speeches, as a bullet
careens through the air toward a child’s
good heart. They are kissing,
long, deep, spacious kisses, exploring
the silence of the tongue, the mute
rungs of the upper palate, hungry
for the living flesh. They are still
kissing when the cars crash and the bombs
drop, when the babies are born crying
into the white air, when Mozart bends
to his bowl of soup and Stalin
bends to his garden. They are kissing
to begin the world again. Nothing
can stop them. They kiss until their lips
swell, their thick tongues quickening
to the budded touch, licking up
the sweet juices. I want to believe
they are kissing to save the world,
but they’re not. All they know
is this press and need, these two-legged
beasts, their faces like roses crushed
together and opening, they are covering
their teeth, they are doing what they have to do
to survive the worst, they are sealing
the hard words in, they are dying
for our sins. In a broken world they are
practicing this simple and singular act
to perfection. They are holding
onto each other. They are kissing.

Dorianne Laux
from What We Carry

For more information about the Blogger (Silent) Poetry Reading, please click here. Please feel free to post a poem today that touches you in some way – be it your own, or someone else’s. Have a great weekend!