Sorting through...

We were lucky to find a really neat quirky house for Rent a little over a year ago when we were househunting. One of the oddest things about the house is that it has a second kitchen in the finished basement level.

Before we even mved in it was claimed as my Craft Room. There is a large walk in closet off to one side that has built in shelves that house my fabric stash and other assorted crafty junk. I am, however, notoriously bad at keeping things uncluttered and this space has been pretty much useless to me except for doing laundry (the washer is next to the stove O.o) except for maybe 2 months out of the year (if you put all of the smaller bits of time together.)

Today I am working on that. Obviously, my procrastination is in working order, as I am sitting here at the pc instead of actually working on it.... but things are getting done.

I am even using one of the kitchen cupboards for my yarn stash... I have not sewn more than two things in the last year, but I have completed at least ten or twelve knitting projects. I think there is something proportionately wrong with my stash. I should see if anyone wants to trade yarn for some fabric :P

On another note... I found a really nifty site for blog layouts. suckmylolly's Free Blogger Templates and Designs . I might be switching mine around for a bit until I find the one I like best. There are a lot of really fun retro look designs there.

Bah, I thought I had something new, but there are a couple of people in other places who use wickedcookie as a username. Hrm.

A New Beginning...

So I came to an interesting conclusion this morning. The last week or so I have been spening far too much time on the web... reading crafty blogs and food blogs... poking around on Etsy and Craftster .. searching through Ravelry not only for patterns, but fascinated by the community that has grown there. All the time I drink in the creativity and imagination shown by the people in each place. Yet somehow, I kept finding myself feeling a little empty... I can never seem to find my inspiration. I am terrible at desiging things from scratch, but for some reason in my head, that was what it took to be (cue black background and single white spotlight) An Artist. Which is what I desprately want to be and foolishly believe that somehow I am not.

While I was making tea around noon to go with my homemade bread peanut butter toast epiphany tapped me on the shoulder. I keep struggling to find inspiration to create something from scratch with my own ideas and it's like trying to climb over a slippery silicone wall with greasy hands. i.e. Not gonna happen. There's a good reason for this... I am good with my hands, I enjoy creating with my hands... but that is not where my muse lies. I am grasping that idea today. I am growing comfortable with that idea... I think.

I can follow a pattern an knit up something beautiful... I can follow a recipe and create a dish that my family clamours for again and again... but I can't take fabric and turn it into something lovely straight out of my head. I don't have the passion to do the same thing over and over again, to troubleshoot and rework until the pieces fall into place. Except with one thing. Words. Above all else, I am a reader and a writer. I put reader first because I spend far more time reading than writing.

So my medium, truly, is words. That is my comfort zone and my challenging place all rolled into one. I love reading and writing, I love editing... I find great satisfaction in finding all of the little things that professional editors miss. I am fascinated by word origins. I am such a word geek that I page through urbandictionary.com not with the intent to use most of what is there... but to watch language develop. I enjoy proper grammar, and if I don't know the rules, I love looking them up. I admit it, I am a word geek. This is where I find my art. I am cool with this.

Now, don't get me wrong, this will not stop me from trying if the muse hits me over the head and throws me in another direction, I am still willing to try anything. But now I have a focal point. I think I have all along, I was just in denial.

What's funny is that I created this blog a couple of weeks ago, but have been so busy trying to force myself to be creative in another direction, that I never wrote anything until today.

So here it is. Forgive my writing style if you find flaws, I tend to be more wordy than spartan and am often interrupted by a member of the household menagerie (one husband, a daughter of 6, a son of 4, 3 cats {5 temporarily}, a dog and 3 fish.) My posts here will be minimally edited for the sake of non-procrastination. I am the Duchess of Run-On-Sentences (there are too many queens in that country already.) So, you all are welcome to take the same wicked delight in catching my mistakes that I do in the books and papers I read. (I've never found a poorly edited blog... interesting that. Perhaps the lack of deadline pressure?)

On a side note, there is a little Thai restaurant in town called Bangkok Cafe that I used to frequent, more or less, with my friends when we were in high school. There was a delicious tea we ordered from time to time that was incredibly rich and tasty in an unusual way that was a shocking shade of opaque pumpkin orange. It was named generically "Thai tea". We asked for more information once, and found that it was made from a mix, like hot cocoa but I do not recall more than that. I have eaten there several times since, but my grown up mindset has prevented me from drinking the scary looking orange beverage. During my aforementioned epiphany I was making a tea made by Yogi Tea . I had picked up this tea because the name, Sweet Thai Delight, brought back memories of that tasty tea I had not had in so long. When I brought it home, however, although it was very tasty, and had a sweet overtone of it's own, it just didn't taste as if it would be anything like the tea from Bangkok Cafe. I did like it though. So much so that I have had it more than any other tea since I brought it home. Then today, having just eaten homemade bread with peanut butter and jam, the tea was a little bitter. I added a teaspoon or so of sugar, and as I was sipping, I was caught off guard by the sweet flavor, very remenicient of the tea from the thai place! I looked down into the white mug (previously all cups of this tea had been in my darker mugs) and you know what? The tea was a lovely deep tea pumpkin color... I added just enough milk to make it cloudy, and there it was. The pure not-mix version of the Thai tea from long ago. I am a happy camper.

So, to conclude the first post of my new shiny blog, I would like to give an idea of what might be found here in posts to come. Amongst other things, the main bulk of the blog will be Knitting and Cookies... Err. Cooking even. Though there will be a lot of cookies, too. I lean towards the thrifty side of things. I love taking an old sweater, unraveling it, dyeing it, and making it into something new. Hmm.. Far too distracted to think of anything else.

Thanks for stopping by, please come again soon!!