Yarn Queue

Something I enjoy about living someplace that has actual seasons (apologies to Mis Angelenos but those aren’t seasons, amores) is choosing my activity by the season. With autumn looming and the weather cooling, I have a stack of crochet projects wanting my attention.

First up (in progress) is a TARDIS hat for FH. I’m using this pattern, with some modifications. I want wider ear flaps and cute braided ties, so I’m gonna do that. I also found something a bit more subtle that I’ll probably make for myself later, in this cute slouchy hat. I like the “heyyyyy, isn’t that . . . ?” feel of the second one. FH wants ear flaps. There you go.

After the first TARDIS hat will be this Lost Souls shawl for one of my sweeties. They requested black and white and I’m not sure if it will be Beetlejuice stripes or some intricate motif work. I’m thinking stripes are more likely.

Then I’m planning a hat for another friend. I don’t have the pattern picked out yet but I have the yarn and it’s gorgeous. This lovely shade of green nearly matches my friend’s eyes, and I think they will be stunning and pleased with it.

And of course there are the usual blankets, beanies for myself, et cetera. But I’m finally settling into seasons and truth be told, really enjoying them.


We did a little walkabout yesterday.  I’m never sure if I should call what I do hiking, but why the heck not?  

It was another beautiful Oregon spring day, as you can see. 


I don’t know what those yellow bushes are but they are pretty and the bees seem to enjoy them. 


That view. 


I thought this looked a bit like a firecracker.


We had to maneuver a few downed logs. 

On mental health and related issues

I've been thinking about this for a long time - and by "a long time" I mean close to a decade.  I always want to say something, but I'm never sure what to say, so I think some more.

I guess the easiest way to do anything is to be direct.  I have post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which is an anxiety disorder.  As often happens, the anxiety often calls its good friend depression, which is, you know, suboptimal.  I won't go into the specifics of what happened or anything like that, except to say this.  Shit happened when I was a kid.  Nobody knew how to deal with it, so I bottled it for roughly 25 years.  Part of the reason my anxiety was so bad for so long, is that I bottled shit and sat on it and didn't deal.  I think that's why I want to say something.  Sproglet Crafty was not prepared to deal with it, and I grew up in an environment where we Do Not Talk About Things! so, yeah.  It's completely understandable, and now these are different times so there's less need to bottle shit up.

I got myself into therapy almost fifteen years ago.  I've been open about the fact that therapy and antidepressants saved my life.  I'm eternally grateful that I got lucky with the first therapist I called, and that the first antidepressant we tried worked well enough for me to stay with the therapy.  There are a million other things I am grateful for, but I'm not writing a novel at the moment.  

Anyway.  I just wanted to say that if you're struggling, it's OK and you're not alone.  I'll pop some links down into the end of this, in case someone stumbles across this and wants to click through.  And to borrow Wil Wheaton's words - be kind to yourselves and each other, ok?

Make it OK

National Alliance on Mental Illness

Crisis Helpline - you can text this one, you don't have to talk-talk!

And if you like podcasts, The Hilarious World of Depression is one of my all time favorites.

A Year Later

I came to Portland a year ago.  I like it here, even more than I hoped I would.  A friend of mine described it as "the most Crafty town I know of" - and he was right.

It's really nice to be on the west coast again.  It's nice to live in a town where I have friends.  Truly, the only thing I miss about Durham is that I made some friends there and now they are far away.   I like living in a city, and I like walking across the river to come home, and going to the weird-hippie-cool places and all of it.  It turns out, I even like seasons a little bit.  

So yeah.  Ask me again in a year, but at the end of year one, I think I'm gonna stay here a while.