Well, so it’s apparently not just knitter’s block that I have at the moment but writer’s block too, since I have successfully managed to avoid both my knitting and the blog for an entire week. It’s not by intention, it’s just that I tend to blog when I have something to write about, not something to whine about, which seems to be my case at the moment.
I did manage to get myself to cast on a baby blanket this weekend for our newest church member. I’m sure she won’t notice (being all of a week old), but I feel it’s a somewhat uninspiring job. At my level of knitting, I ought to be doing Fair Isle baby sweaters, but this lovely little lady is going to get a fuzzy bias blanket. It will be warm on the upcoming snowy days, but I know I could do better. That said, having cast on anything is progress over sitting here waiting for inspiration and a sense of motivation.
I have wound the yarn for the Brunello cardigan. It’s also sitting here waiting for me to get up the gumption to work on it.
In the meantime, though, I’m trying to be a bit forgiving with myself. Certainly, this must happen to most people at some point. I cast about for some clever ideas on how to re-assert your creative self, when I found this quote from Ray Bradbury and I realized that I might be making this harder than it needs to be.
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t “try” to do things. You simply “must” do things.” ~ Ray Bradbury
So, what will I do about this creative block? Nothing big, or splashy or pronounced. I’m going to sit down and keep working on the bias blanket until I start to feel like casting on something else. Maybe I’ll leaf through a few books or my stockpile of copies of Love of Knitting. I’ll sew the buttons put on the last sweater I finished. And I’m sure, as quickly as it went, the creative spirit will come back.
At least I hope so. I miss her.