To recap:
Since late April, I have been attending knitting events, taking classes, put in a garden, buying books, putting a warp on the floor loom, collecting images, buying yarn, working on designs, learning design techniques, renting a table loom, buying patterns, visited my mother, starting a sketchbook, traveling, putting a warp on the table loom, buying more books, visiting museums, buying DVDs... oh, and I was working full time.
And no one called ADD-911.
A week after coming back from Washington, where I walked and stood through museum after museum, bookstore after bookstore, I was dressing the table loom for my long-awaited MAFA workshop. I was running up against a deadline. I was running back and forth between my home and the not-so local LYS to get more heddles. I was trying to get the warp ready in time to leave for Scranton at about 4 pm.
As I was measuring yarn and sleying the reed, I realized I had not really processed what I had learned at Knitters Connection about designing with strips, about color design. I had not read the books and magazines I had acquired. I had not yet found my sketchbook -- in fact, I had not finished unpacking from the Washington trip. Hmmm, I said. Maybe I am overdoing it. (Ya think?) I also noticed the huge thunderstorm-bearing front racing into this area.
At that point my vision flickered, and the mother of all migraines hit. I stopped puking (sorry, too much information?) midday Friday. The pain was completely gone by Saturday morning, and all I had to do was deal with the migraine hangover, the shakes, and the knowledge that I had:
- missed my MAFA workshop
- completely ignored all signs of two months of overstimulation
- burnt out so badly I couldn't even look at my stash
- responded to about 3 or 4 possible migraine triggers, all at once.
Sigh.
The sad thing? I assumed I could calm myself down by reading through weaving and knitting magazines. My body knew better.
OK. Now it is Monday. The post-migraine shakes are gone. I am knitting again on existing projects. That means Campanula and the Bamboozled tunic. By switching off between the two I am avoiding the tendonitis that knitting with the cotton/linen/ramie mix triggers (I am using Rowan Kid Classic for the Bamboozled tunic). No design questions left to answer, all decisions made, stitches that require enough attention to keep me occupied. Knitting as occupational therapy.
I am continuing to thread the heddles on the table loom. Weaving occupational therapy. The draft the workshop teacher sent me was for a crackle weave with 10 different yarns and still looks like fun. The only problem is that she was going to provide the treadlings in class, so I have written to her asking for at least one, so I can weave off this warp.
The focus now is on basics. Slooow and calm work on existing projects. And my house as a project. I took the trash to the curb yesterday, took a box and 4 bags worth of books to the AAUW book sale drop off, cleaned cat boxes, filled and emptied the dishwasher. I am trying to establish Flylady routines in my life. Trying to establish routines and reduce the insane level of clutter in 15 minute increments. Trying to focus on the here and now, and not the next. Today, hiding from the heat, I am knitting on Campanula and Bamboozled (making progress on Campanula but need to switch to Bamboozled, according to the tension in my right forearm) and working my way through the laundry. Not very interesting blog fodder, huh? I should be able to show you the finished back of Campanula by the end of the week.









