The bulk of chore-weeks are winding down. Weeks of days of must do edgy deadlines. We are worn out and taking a collective deep breath.
(This luckily coincides with the beginning of the Women's World Cup. I am trying to watch as many of the games as possible.)
Unrelated to that, or rather as a shift from all that...
I've had this thought in my head all day. Craft as solace, Art as true expression, or discovery, maybe. I don't normally feel any need to parse craft and art. They often end up being fault lines in our own thinking and don't reveal much outside our heads.
So for me, at this moment in time, a craft is something I do to make something that both the doing and the having (or gifting) gives me comfort. A knitted hat, shawl, prayer shawl, kid mittens, baby afghan. A quilted baby blanket or wedding gift or a wallhanging, sewn mittens, a hat, a dress. Sewing, contracting. Crafting would be the fun of dress making (Yay - it turned out) rather than the work of dress making (it's the night before prom and the bodice needs to be ripped out and resewn and will the lace withstand it?
My visual journal is falling flat into the middle of my craft tradition.
I enjoy the daily additions, this new visual journal that is twined into the objects and places. For which I am slowly scripting my own rules. I am keeping the idea of doing what pleases me front and center. Often I have no idea what that means, but I keep working on it. And wondrously, when I flip open my journal, I am pleased. It's such a new form/version.
I am hoping to begin to organize some of my other crafty projects that have all taken a back seat. We have our camp week coming up and my goal is to get a couple simple items in place so I can enjoy the porch overlooking the stream/pond that leads to the swim area but far enough away that I have all that porch space to myself and my mind wonderings.
In the past I've taken lots of photos and done lots of sketches and even had some serious bookbinding prepped so I was able to construct three or four books. They had been assimilated with all their parts before being set aside. I think I have a couple now that are semi-ready.
The point being, serious relaxing needs serious preparation. I have a book. I need to decide on a journal. But what oh what will I do with a needle or hook? Or floss?
And despite all of that whirling in my head, I still have physical therapy and soccer uniforms to order and credit cards to review/organize/ reorder, the fridges to pry open and purge and …. always pet placement/arrangements.
So here's my final question. WHy did the child who FINALLY and JUST got her foolish license leave town for six weeks for a job. Couldn't she have timed that better so she stayed here and chaperoned … everyone… for a few weeks. I would have happily sat in the back and kept mum, while I scribbled notes on my burgeoning plans and supplies.
Bad daughter. Plus since favorability is wholly dependent on proximity, she has dropped like a stone to the bottom of the list.