Recently life handed me a gigantic oak barrel of lemons. I cleaned my sink with some, rubbed others on my wood furniture, sucked on a couple and then decided to finally make lemonade.
I didn’t want to make lemonade, in fact I spent over six months believing that at some point, all the lemons would be recalled and I could go about my life without carrying this gigantic barrel every moment of every day.
In this time, I turned back to crafting, specifically knitting. While I had been a casual knitter and crocheter for years, it had just been a side project – one of many minor side projects. However this time, I discovered Ravelry, luxurious yarns, stunning photography and finished objects that suggested a cozy, comfy and always polished existence. The people sporting these knitting goods had sparkling bathrooms and empty kitchen sinks and perfectly organized kids toys. I wanted to be these people. So, instead of cleaning my bathroom or loading my dishwasher or sorting kids’ toys, I knit.
I knit and I invested in yarn and I collected hundreds of patterns I’d like to make someday. One day I visited a pattern and found the designer had collaborated with another crafter to create custom stitch markers to accompany her project.
Ah ha! There it was! I can make those! They are beautiful! I want some! Everyone should want some! My husband, when I explained this to him, though I was a little crazy. Ah, what’s a stitch marker, he asked, slowly.
“They are wonderful and so pretty and I am going to make them!” He still thinks I’m crazy, but he’s behind me 100%.
So I began. I researched, I shopped, I practiced and I designed! I made something! And they were pretty and I wanted to keep them for myself. But instead, I kept working and trying new things and of course, buying lots of supplies. Then I opened my Etsy shop and started on Instagram.
So far, the lemonade is delicious. I’m glad I took my time before deciding exactly what my lemonade would be like before beginning – there are many moments of each day where I wonder what I am doing and why.
But I’m having a lot more fun than carrying a depressing barrel of lemons around with me.
P.S. My bathroom still isn’t clean, although I aspire to a kitchen sink free of dishes.