A Crushing Weight? Oh, Joy!

Earlier this week, I posted this photo to my Facebook timeline:

When you wake up in the dark with a crushing weight on your chest (or, you know, a 12 pound cat) and you see those plotting eyes, the feeling is a little foreboding. Those eyes seem to say, "Why even get up. This is not going to be a good day for you. You cannot find joy here...just a cat. A cat who could really care less, except...ummm, are you going to feed me today?" Even without the cat, the pressure of life can bring that weighty feeling to my chest if I am not careful. Fortunately, my mornings this week also saw many daffy-dils and even some joyous sunshine! 

Joy is how I am able to go on, even though that weight is planted firmly, claws protruding in a menacing way, as it plots my emotional  demise. Because of joy, I can push off that cat and throw off the darkness so everything can look better. Even on the days it does not, I simply take a lesson from Auntie Mame and look for joy wherever I can...like in a little Christmas!

Yep, I need a little Christmas right this very minute...who doeesn't, really? Also, I have been planning to knit a Nativity for about 10 years, but I never seemed to get around to it. This is the year that I will finally have a little Christmas family for my mantel, no matter what the cat says. Though I do not actually have a mantel...or a fireplace...or an actual plan for displaying Mary, Joseph and Jesus (and their friends), I do have about 7 months to figure something out. This is a good thing, especially since I will need those months to knit some sheep and other accessories. Oh, and a stable. Oh, and a manger. Gosh! I had better get to knitting again!

When I am finished with the toys, there will (of course) be more knitting... On my Christmas list are hats and slippers and sweaters, oh my! I have set specific goals for the 2019 Christmas knitting, so I know that I need at least 1 sweater, three hats and nine pairs of slippers...and again I say, "Oh, my!" It is a very good thing that I have started early, and I already have one hat finished! Yay! Joy! And no pressure when you start Christmas knitting in April!

On the heels of Easter, I have so much joy! Jesus is risen, and because of this I know that my hope is secure. Joy! God sees only the purest form of me, since I have decided to follow Jesus, and I have received the gift of salvation that his blood paid for. Joy! 

I know it sounds trite, but I am truly blessed. God loves me, Jesus has washed away all of my imperfection, and I am surrounded by people to love. As a bonus, many of them love me back well. Because he lives, I can face tomorrow, even if I wake up with a surly cat on my chest in the wee hours. (Having family around to snuggle helps too...)

Now it is time to get on with the rest of this sun-shiny day. Maybe I will plant a flower and admire the artwork of small children today! What are your plans?

Thank you to the Holland family, and all of my
Church family, for loving me well. <3 td="">

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Happy Easter!

As we wait to celebrate the day that Jesus was resurrected, the day He conquered death and the grave, I wish you all the best for your Easter celebrations!

May your baskets be full, and your hearts be fuller.

He came. He died. He lives. 

He did it all for you and for me. 

Hallelujah! He is Risen!

Happy Easter, Friends!

Tiny baskets with large, filled eggs for some of
my favorite little friends!

A Little R and R

Good day, Friends! Today I am enjoying friends and yarn and a little bit of the great outdoors at Lakeside. It is the spring knitting retreat, and what happens at Lakeside... 

There is much laughter, the love of good friends that I have known for over a decade, and life abundant. Oh, and sometimes there is fireball...!

I have brought yarn and knitting, which kept my hands busy all evening last night, 

...and this morning, there is Easter crochet in the quiet cool of the day.

The stress of life has melted away, and I am so thankful for friends, familiarity and fun for this April weekend. Oh, and I am looking forward to all the new memories we will make...like this one!

I hope that your weekend is good, that you are surrounded by people who fill you with joy and that you will have some time to Knit in Good Health!

Thanks for stopping by!

Just the Same, Right?

Playing with yarn is not for the faint of heart. There are patterns to follow (or not), gauge swatches are a necessity (or not), and a lot of pressure to create each and every stitch or knot with utter perfection (or not)! Playing with yarn can become intense, especially if you are making a game of it. (Did I hear someone say Yarn Chicken?*) 

Take, for example, my friends Michelle and Andrea, who are participating in a crochet-a-long (CAL) to make this Mosaic Bucket Bag. Doing KALs and CALs with friends is fun! It is not stressful at all...until you get to knit night and notice this:

Same pattern. Same yarn (even the colors, quite by accident). Same hook size (even the same brand, though there is only one in the photo). Very. Different. Sizes. There were jokes about size, about tension, about loose women...err crochters...these bags are a good illustration for life.

Life does not come with formal instructions or a pattern. We all look around and do our best to figure out which steps to take, which places to go, which people to share our lives with (or not). We all start out with just about the same everything...but once we enter into this life, all that same is somehow different. 

In the pattern, a single crochet is a single crochet is a single crochet, right? Look again at the start of those two bags! Same hook, same yarn, same stitch, same number of stitches...very different fabric!

I was born to parents who gave me a younger sister. Same parents, same house to live in, same gender, same schools, same just about everything! Yet, we are wildly different. She does not knit, for one thing. She is single. She has a dog...a dog! (The cats have just run yeowling out of the room at that!) We run in different circles, with different crowds. She is a bit of a rebel, I am a conformist. Put us side-by-side on the couch, and we look similar...but we are not the same.

In knitting, I know my gauge with certain worsted weight yarns. As long as I am knitting back and forth, I will get 4.5 stitches to the inch almost every time. Knit in the round, and it is often a different story, sometimes by a full half-stitch! "What's half a stitch?," I might think to myself. Well, over the course of the inches it would take me to make myself a sweater in that yarn, I could be off by as much as 15 inches. That is catastrophic and predictable, but also surprising to me. Every. Single. Time.

There are certain things we all know about life, too. Things like "What goes around comes around," in general. Most of the time, it holds true. But sometimes you really go out of your way to be nice to someone, and they kick you in the teeth. Sometimes you make a mistake, a really big mistake that you knew better about, and you are still shown undeserved grace and forgiveness. Sometimes these are little things, and sometimes they are mind-blowing big, but it always seems a significant surprise when things happen in ways that I have not anticipated. 

When my friends and I knit and crochet, we know that our finished object will very likely not look like the picture on the pattern. It may be because we are using a different colored yarn, or perhaps our gauge is off, or maybe we have ripped and totally redesigned the whole thing along the way. (Right Corrie?) Whatever the differences, in needle-crafts we often call them "design elements." 

I have a lot of design elements in the fabric of my life. There are places I have messed up (dropped stitches or friendships or good habits/manners), places I have added interest (learning from my mistakes or going out of my way to do something unnecessary), and places that I have embellished the good to minimize the things that are not so pretty (hello, social media). Each of these elements has helped to shape me into the person that I am: a Jesus lover who strives to love people and knit a lot along the way.

What makes up your fabric? Are you getting gauge, or doing a re-design? How many unexpected things have happened to you this week, and how are you handling it all?

Life is a wild ride. Thanks for stopping by to share it with me on a Saturday afternoon!

Knit in Good Health, friends. Knit in Good Health!

*Yarn Chicken is a game in which the knitter (or crocheter) hopes beyond hope (and usually without measuring anything) that the yarn she (he) has will be enough for the current project. A win is having enough yarn leftover to be able to weave in the final end. A loss involves weeping and gnashing of teeth, raiding your friends' stashes or shopping for more of that yarn in that color, and sometimes a citrus vodka & tonic. It is a fun and stupid game at the same time.