Tangled Grrl

I've been making a lot of new things lately. I made my first real honest garment this past weekend. A pair of flannel pajama pants. And I sewed another project bag from my scribbled notes, just to see if I could make sense of what I had done last time. And every time I manage to make something new, or create something, or navigate a new skill, I really want to call my mom and tell her about it. It's what I would have done every single time I finished any new project of any complexity. I would have spammed her phone with pictures or FaceTimed her. I would have bored her to tears with the technicalities and she would have let me just because she was proud of the joy it brought me. And if I'm being honest, most of my surge of creativity is my need for distraction. It's a need to be busy. To stay focused and pour my need to do something into something that has a tangibility to it. So I'm knitting, weaving, sewing and crocheting all of the time. I'm making things...

I'm a blog lurker. I read blogs constantly. Then I find myself in funny moments and think "I can post that on my Twitter or my Facebook." Except I'm wordy and Twitter would require the posting of eleventy billion tweets and most people on my Facebook could care less about my yarn problem, my sewing issues or my knitting dilemmas. So I decided my own blog would need to be born. So welcome to my own little blog! I hope to write about my adventures untangling the various things in my life. This will be an ongoing process. I manage to get a lot of things tangled. I'm not a good planner. I can set goals, sure. But I pretty much hate to make solid plans. Solid plans = Obligations. Obligations = I'm guaranteed to be stressed and no longer interested in said plans. So I make it up as I go. And then things get Tangled. In my mind, Tangled = Fun. For instance, yesterday I had some free time. So I bought new sewing machine needles to make liners for the crocheted bag...