Guest series 2012: I asked fellow bloggers, makers and creators to write on their creativity and focus their essay on one of four topics: creativity and health, creativity and business, creativity and parenting or creativity and process. I am very excited to have a wonderful lot of fellow creative folk guest posting here at whipup.net over the next couple of months. Please welcome…
MostlyNerdyCrochet is the love child of Tracey McNamee and her adoration of nerd culture and yarn. She’s in her mid-twenties and enjoys long walks on the beach, candle lit dinners, and—wait. Sorry, let me restart. She’s in her mid-twenties and enjoys colorful yarn from thrift stores, weekend projects, and all things nerdy.
Alright, so my creativity isn’t so much a process as a mostly failed attempt to control the chaos. When I’m inspired it’s not just for one thing, it’s usually about ten things and I have to choose the most interesting (and practical) one. Why just choose one? Because I know myself! If I start too many I’ll never finish any of them, and if I try to rush through one to add in a second I’ll burn out before I get there. Thank goodness crafting isn’t a job for me. I’d be terrible at it! I work solely off my muse, who pops in now and then when it’s convenient.
So there I am, sitting at my “work station” and it hits me, I should make one of those! But wait, if I make that, what if I made THAT instead and combined it with this and this. Oh this goes on for a while until I’ve decided that my original idea is not only easier, but I have all the colors for it. You wouldn’t believe how many of my projects are determined by my limited yarn collection.
Let me preface this by saying I’m a very organized person. I even worked as an assistant professional organizer for a while, but as soon as the craft supplies are out I become a storm of flying fluff, misplaced hooks, and sitting on scissors. Seriously. One time it was a needle, and no, my husband doesn’t let me forget it.
This lasts for a couple of days until I’ve sewn on the last pupil (for some reasons the eyes are always last, it’s something with how they turn “real” once those eyes are looking at me. I think Toy Story instilled this fear that a toy would see anything I did, but not without eyes sucker!) and I sit, covered in thread, polyfil, and bits of my hair that I’ve pulled out, admiring my work. Did I seriously just make this? It’s AWESOME!
I’m especially not kidding about my reaction. I’m always way more impressed than I should be that my work looks like I want it to. For years I struggled with traditional art, but crochet? Finally, a place where I belong.
Back to that muse. Not to assume a gender, but I need a pronoun to refer to her. It’s been a while since we’ve had lunch, sadly, a couple of months. Luckily, when she’s away on vacation I turn to Pinterest. If you haven’t sold your soul to Pinterest yet I recommend you avoid it like the plague. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me on the internet. The problem? You’ll lose all your free time. Days will pass and somehow you’ll only feel like you stepped through the garage door and saw a sandworm (please ignore my obscure Beetlejuice reference). It leaks into your mind, polluting you with DIY projects, home décor, inspiration, humor, and FOOD. Oh God the food.
Right, back to the creative process. Where did I leave off? Oh yeah, food. WAIT, no.
Ok, since I’ve clearly been distracted by the ever present existence of Pinterest I would like to do a quick follow up on my personal goals from the last time I was invited here. I mentioned that I wanted to learn how to sheer my own sheep, spin my own wool, and dye my yarn. Guess what? I’m doing this in August! Turns out my in-law’s neighbor has her own sheep and does the whole process on her own from start to finish and would love a helping hand! Now that this goal is so close at hand I’ve started planning on another. So here it goes: I want to own my own yoga studio café. I’ll teach yoga, and hire my friend to make all the goods at the café with 100% all natural local honey from my own bees, which naturally I take to my sister’s farm to pollinate her crops, which is where my sheep frolic happily in open fields. See? It all works out. Oh, and I’ll live in one of those surprisingly spacious tiny houses with incredible and innovative use of limited space. Happily. Ever. After.