Life with a baby, for me in any case, means very little personal crafting time. The time passes so quickly that I don't mind though. However, I still do what I can.
Back in September I started knitting Cai a sweet little i-cord tied baby sweater. He needed a little sweater for around the house I figured. I used a delicate self-striping sock yarn; it would take a lot longer to knit but would look gorgeous. I figured I could do it in a month. Alas, between schedules, activities, maintaining a home, getting colds, and life in general, it is January and the poor thing is only half done. And it's made for a 6 month old. Cai is almost 8 months and comfortably fitting 12 months clothes.
Liberated, however reluctantly and sorrowfully (I have invested several months of knit time) from my project, I jumped on a skein of a funky hodgepodge of fabrics for a pick-me-up. I knotted the individual strands of differing yarn together, which took several days, a few strands at a time, and started knitting a couple days ago. If felt great to put an hour to it and be half done with my simple scarf. Tonight I finished it.
My loom is not forgotten. In fact, the past couple of nights while with the baby, I've been watching classes on how to weave from Craftsy. Just brilliant! Although I still haven't done anything with my loom, I now know how to (and am so excited to get started). I know how to calculate the yarn I need, how to best choose effective warp yarn, how to warp my loom, how to get good tension, how to wrap the shuttle, how to alternate hettle positions to actually start weaving, how to finish and more! It was wonderful to learn in such a visual way.
Watching the instructor weave gave me goosebumps of excitement. Weaving also offers tremendous possibilities for creative expression. Although you need a preferably plied strong warp yarn to put up with repeated friction, the weft can be anything. No need to worry about gauge either. I can weave with yarn, with ribbons, with cut up fabrics or paper or plastic bags, with wire, with items from nature, with tinsel. I am limited mainly by my own imagination. And the size of my 10 inch cricket loom. I am already drooling over a 32 inch Kromski Harp so I can make projects beyond scarfs and similarly sized pieces. I'm putting money aside and perhaps come my birthday and Yule again in the fall, I may be ready for an upgrade. In the meantime I love the cricket and it is the best place to start!
I never excelled in or liked Home Ec in school. So it comes as a complete shock to me to feel a burgeoning love of the fibre arts, starting with a passion for knitting several years ago. Was the seed always there, waiting to be nurtured? Watered? Exposed to the sun? Or am I just a different person? It's interesting to ponder, as we undoubtedly change in our growth throughout the years. I am literally not the same person I was a couple decades ago. No single cell in my body is the same (except for the eggs that await in my ovaries, unchanging except by age).
Regardless, it is fun to find passion in hobbies: in hands moving in creation of soft and beautiful materials with practical use. That is what it is about: the creative expression. The bonus is the practical side. Art to wear or display. Art to keep you warm. Art to snuggle and accent. Art to fuel the passions of the heart.