Natural Disaster And The Procrastinator

First I need to say that in no way is anything I am about to write meant to minimize the suffering of those around me in southeast Texas. I have lived in Houston since 1979. I have had an on again off again love affair with the city. Most recently it has been on again as I wrote about on my other blog, Just One of the Sheep. It pains me beyond belief to see what has happened here, yet what a powerful testimony to strength of character and love has been demonstrated by the citizens of the Bayou City. It is humbling.

I didn’t suffer damage to my home, but we were forced to evacuate just in case. We were blessed. 

I’m not really sure where the month of August went, but it is gone and September, cooler weather, and football season have all arrived. It is a beautiful thing. When I couldn’t take the twenty four-seven coverage of the flood ravaged city anymore I decided to get up and do something about my studio room. It has been languishing in some state of partial completion for three months. I needed to get some things moved out and everything organized. Wow! Was that a sobering task.

I moved bags of yarn out of the room completely along with containers of odds and ends leftover from Yarntopia. This freed up space I could then fill up with the materials and tools I would need for The Twisted Spindle. What I discovered along the way was a huge pile of unfinished projects – mostly crochet – that I know I would love if I just spent some time with them. Each one is in its own little project bag, patiently waiting its turn. I pulled out a blanket that I started about this time last year. After the craziness of the the past month, I need something that is simple, soothing and will keep me warm. Single crochet…chunky yarn…warm fall colors…and a little sparkle. Perfection.

I still have moving and purging to do. Now that the humidity is gone for a few days and the temperatures have cooled significantly, I can get out into the garage and figure out what is to be kept, donated, or discarded. There is a small yarn shop full of things out there. Not yarn, but all the other stuff I just couldn’t deal with when I closed the store. Not being sure what my new path was gong to be, I decided to just cram it all in the garage and wait. Time is a great purifier. Things that held sentimental attachment now don’t seem so important. What is important to me now is taking the time to create, take care of myself, my family, and my fiber family.

I have been able to work through so much and know that my cherished role in this crazy world is to support, encourage, and guide others in their creative journey. I love to teach beginners to knit, crochet, spin or weave. The look on their face when they realize they have made something with their own two hands is an amazing gift. I am passionate about unlocking that creative potential in others and helping them find joy in making. In addition to this blog, the supplies on the website, I am on Instagram and Facebook and have yet to really explore all that has to offer. What a wonderful time we live in; we can be connected through our love for wool despite living in different parts of the world. For those of us in the Houston area, there is also the opportunity to meet up in different parts of the city to encourage one another in person. I hope we can meet in person one day.

~Sheryl