The Great Wall of Yarn
If I say that I tried to build a wall of yarn around myself after we decided to move, you would probably think it was a figure of speech. You would be wrong. I took over an entire couch. I had yarn stacked on both sides of me, at my feet, and on the coffee table. I was trying to keep reality, and people, at bay.
It started with this great book my sister got me for Christmas. Boho Crochet: 30 Hip and Happy Projects by Martingale. This is definitely a book for more experienced crocheters. There are no diagrams. Just written patterns. The patterns also assume a certain amount of knowledge and experience. Definitely not a beginner book, but very good for mid-level experience.
Inside is a pattern for a really cute pillow cover with chevrons in many different colors. I had enough leftover yarn from other projects to make it work. I just had to buy more of the field color. For that, I chose Vanna's Choice in Oatmeal. I really like working with this yarn. It's inexpensive, soft, and very easy to work with.
I took no notes or pictures as I worked on these. There just wasn't room in my head for the fear, anxiety, earthquakes, packing, cleaning, earthquakes, and taking pictures.
I did two chevron pillow covers first. It took me four or five rows to get the hang of changing colors and carrying so many strands through each row. This is not the type of project you can just throw in your bag and carry around with you. It takes quite a bit of work and space to keep the strands from getting tangled and mixed up. Obviously, learning this incredibly vital life skill was much more important than anything else I had going on.
I also seriously underestimated how much of the field color I needed. I went to Joann's and AC Moore about every other day. After all, what else did I have to do with my time? Those trips were my only little forays into the world. Sometimes one store. Sometimes the other. Just for a little variety. Other than the things I absolutely had to do to take care of my boys, this was my only interaction with the world for about a month. I was helped along by the snow and bad weather. A foot or two of snow on the ground can help you justify almost anything.
In all honesty, with the amount of yarn I had piled around me, it was almost too dangerous to leave the couch. Almost...
I started to run out of the field color as I reached then end of the second cover, so I tried to just wing it with what I had to make the button holes. I'm not thrilled with the way it turned out. As you can see, it was not as successful as the first cover. But, I was out of the field color and it was snowing (a legitimate 30" of snow in one day). It works.
Well, the thing is, I had four throw pillows and only two pillow covers done. Obviously, that's a serious problem that needed to be solved. Who cares about the moving company, school calendars, and fixing up the house. I had a very real problem to solve. And I did. I kept on crocheting. I decided to try granny square covers this time. I didn't want four of the same thing. Plus, juggling four balls of yarn on each row was getting a little old.
The colors and yarn are the same on all four pillows. I didn't buy anything new - just kept on working with what I had. These covers have buttons as well. Since the granny covers have a little bit of a 70's vibe, I got some awesome 70's buttons at Joann's. It was a big decision. I think I spent about thirty minutes trying to make up my mind. Boxes? Real estate agents? Moving dates? Seriously people! I have buttons to select.
I made four panels and then stitched them together with a row of single crochet. All four panels are different.
I like the look of the covers and the boys like them because they're softy. They like anything softy.
In the end, we moved. It happened despite ignoring everything and doing as little possible to help. It happened. The moving company showed up with boxes. I did do some house projects in the couple of weeks before we left. That's about it.
What I am thankful for...
The help and support that I received from so many people. The awesome military moms that gave me advice about helping my son transfer schools. The bus stop moms that gave me hugs, moral support, and some great lunches out. These amazing women helped me so much and made the move much easier. It was so hard to leave them. Damn them for being so awesome.
My phenomenal parents did so much with the boys and around the house - despite being just about as upset abut the move as I was. None of this would have been possible without them. Now I'm working on a peace offering for my mom. This helped me get in the car and go on an adventure for Father's Day. I could think about this instead of everything else.
My sister provided so much moral support from afar - for me, and my parents. She had the hardest job of all.
My boys kept right on going and didn't miss a beat. They are resilient, confident, and adventurers at heart. I'm so proud of them.
My husband. It's all his fault. But, I'm proud of him. As soon as he told me that he had been approached about an interview, I knew it was all over. He was nervous and doubtful. I wasn't. I know he is brilliant and phenomenal at what he does. Of course he would get his dream job. He earned it. It's all his fault.
All of these people helped me. If I didn't have my family, these amazing women, and crochet projects, I would have crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and stayed there. Believe it or not, I had to make a conscious decision to get up, get the boys to school, and then sit on the couch and crochet. Even that was hard. Mind over matter to keep myself out of bed. It's not logical. It doesn't make sense. It's not something that I can even explain. But I did it.
In California, we have a yard. I do have other talents, you know...