Candice DeWitt

Winter has finally arrived here in Ohio. Well, I mean, it kind of arrived last weekend… but today? We’re supposed to get up to 8 inches of snow. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had this level of snow here in my part of Ohio. I’m not complaining one bit, though. Declan’s gymnastics was canceled today so that meant sleeping in and a lazy Saturday morning, which is the best kind of Saturday morning.

I’d be lying if I said I was having a quiet afternoon here. I came upstairs to my craft room to start prepping the fabric I washed yesterday, and Declan followed me and has been complaining about boredom and how we won’t let him watch anything on TV or play video games. We’re such mean parents, apparently, letting him watch TV this morning and then cutting him off once his attitude took a turn when we decided we wanted to watch something other than cartoons. sigh

Do you see those fabrics, though? swoon! I have managed to coordinate my spring sewing projects unintentionally. I’ve had that olive fabric since October when I originally wanted to sew a Hinterland, and then ordered that pink, light blue, and matching floral a few weeks ago with intentions of making a skirt and coordinating solid shirts out. That bright floral on top I found at Hobby Lobby for $2/yard. I know quilting cottons aren’t always ideal for clothing, but I figured I’d see how it draped after washing before I resigned it to fabric for muslin making and then cutting those muslins down to squares for quilting. But I’m pleasantly surprised with how it came out of the washer and think it’ll work just fine for a skirt for spring (and coordinates well with that pink and blue, and olive, even, if there’s enough fabric there for more than one project).

I’m still trying to settle on patterns for these, though. I was originally going to make another Zinnia skirt, but now I’m thinking an Everyday Skirt. I love the Zinnia I made for Christmas, but I discovered the Everyday Skirt and the fact that it has elastic along the back instead of a zipper means it can fit me when I’m between sizes, which is a huge plus. I’d hate to go through all the trouble to make something fit to a specific size and then have to find some way to take the whole thing in (or, worse, give it away) if I were to lose or gain weight. It’s just a lot of time and love going into a piece of clothing and then not be able to wear it anymore. I’m undecided on the tops, too, to match the skirts. Ogden cami? More Wiksten tanks? Something with sleeves? I’ve got quite a few Seamwork patterns hanging around that I haven’t put to use yet, so I might need to peruse them and see if anything jumps out to me as perfect projects to go with these skirts.

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College classes started back up on the 7th. After months and MONTHS of spending every weekend – nearly all weekend, mind you – glued to my computer in my craft room trying to find some peace and quiet to study… I had a normal weekend.

Yes, there was homework. But was it the overwhelming, unbearable variety that meant me spending 20 hours out of my weekend studying? Not even close. In fact, I had SO much “extra” time that I was able to knit! And sew! And clean! And cook! And, more importantly, not feeling like I was ignoring my child (which, honestly, always felt the worst. “Sorry, sweetie, mommy can’t play with you because I have this homework to do” is the worst. You know it. I know it. #terriblemomoftheyear)

I struggled a LOT with whether I should drop the accelerated classes I had been taking. I am 4 classes away from graduating but would have to take all 4 in one semester if I wanted to graduate by May 2019. That was my goal, originally.

And then last semester was such a cluster. Self-care was thrown to the wayside despite knowing how vital it is for me. I agonized over the decision – if I pushed through it, I’d be done in 16 weeks. Does backing off mean I’ve failed somehow? I struggled with putting my goals first and ignoring reality. Declan is 4. I’m not getting this time back. Is a piece of paper worth missing out on all those weekends with him? Is it worth me being a stressed out mess and him feeding off that stress to stress the whole house out even more? Honestly, this is the stuff I was trying to ask myself, because while it seems like a clear-cut answer now – it didn’t feel so clear-cut to me at the time. And even after making the decision to drop the accelerated program I still stressed about whether I made the right choice.

The reward for my decision lies in that first weekend of classes. On Saturday, I did some homework. I wound up a ball of yarn by hand and watched it snow. I started working on a Hinterland Dress test muslin. I knit on my Rosemont cardigan, and wove in the ends on my Atlantica shawl. I made chicken noodle soup and biscuits from scratch. Sunday, I got a workout in while shoveling the sidewalk and driveway before we took Declan sledding for the first time. And then we went out for breakfast to warm up before we came home to play games together.

I made the right choice. I know that now.

There’s something special about January. Not because of the new year full of possibilities, but because of the slow pace our lives take after the whirlwind of holidays and all that they entail. I don’t know about you, but I love this transition. I am perfectly content to hide away at home with some winter comfort food, some books or knitting, and just… breathe.

December was an insanely stressful month for me. The end of the semester on my classes left me exhausted, burnt out, and depressed. There was an outright meltdown the weekend before finals where I just broke down and lost it – it was all too much. I expected after class was over to just bounce from class to jumping in to holiday activities I, instead, slept. And slept. And slept some more. I hadn’t realized the toll all that class stress took on me.

Now that the blur of the holidays is over, and we’ve taken a very lovely last-minute family vacation that recharged me quite a bit, I’m ready to sink deep into the winter slumber and finish recharging. I’m embracing an idea of doing less this year, out of want and necessity – minimalism for the soul, in a way. The busier life has gotten, the more I have realized that it needs to be okay to not do everything. I trigger my own anxiety and add to my stress when I feel like I should or need to do something when I really don’t. So I am attempting to create boundaries for myself, give myself permission to say no more, and to actually live instead of checking off my perpetual to do list that never ends, anyway.

This cardigan and I have had a year-long adventure together, quite literally. I started it last year on my annual knitting weekend, not realizing how much brain power it would take me to knit from two different charts (one for the collar, one for the back). We would go in fits in starts, this cardigan and I. I’d knit a few rows here and there, then it would be abandoned for weeks on end because I just couldn’t find the energy to focus on it. It only got worse once I started back to college, and the project sat for months waiting for me to come back to it.

Once I realized I was coming up on the one-year mark on this project I realized I really needed to get moving if I wanted to cast on any OTHER sweaters for winter. So I made a plan, wrote out all my chart rows in my knitting journal so I knew if I was knitting row x on the collar I was also on row z on the back chart so I didn’t have to think about anything more than I had to, and then just… knit. And knit, knit, knit. I worked on this sweater ALL weekend last weekend and even brought extra yarn with me thinking that I’d get it done and be able to cast on my next project. I didn’t manage to get it done, though I did get down to just one sleeve. Which left this last week and weekend for finishing the sleeve, weaving in ends, and blocking the whole thing out.

And, so, a year later, this cardigan is FINALLY finished. It’s gorgeous and warm and, honestly, was a wonderfully well-written pattern. My ONLY complaint is that the arm holes are a bit snug/tight, and some of that is that I gained a lot of weight since I cast this on a year ago, but my arms haven’t grown THAT much and if I were to ever knit this again (and I totally might once life calms down) I’d knit the next size up or, at least, figure out how to increase the arm holes more before dividing off.

Pattern: Recoleta
Yarn: Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Superwash in Indigo Heather

My favorite time of year came and went – my annual knitting weekend away with my bestest knitting friends. This time, rather than our usual Hocking Hills, we headed north near Perrysburg. There, we enjoyed this AH-MAZING view of the river from the deck/sunroom, talked, laughed, watched movies, ate food, and, of course, KNIT. So much knitting.  The trees were perfect, the weather was cold but not overly so, and the whole weekend is exactly what my soul needed.

Because we were in the area, we made a trip to Yarn Cravin’ for yarn shopping, and then headed – by recommendation of the lovely girls at the yarn shop – to Swig for booze and afternoon snacks. And then we tried to stop by Fort Meigs, only to discover that we were a few days late as the outdoor area closes at the end of October. Boo. That didn’t stop us from at least walking around and trying to peek in, however.

I didn’t manage to actually finish a single project, but I did make a ton of progress on my Recoleta cardigan and just have a single sleeve to finish. There’s a light at the end of that nightmare of a tunnel! That’s not to say the pattern is terrible – it is wonderfully written – it’s just that I’m not entirely sure what I was thinking when I decided to cast on something that requires me to keep track of where I am in two different lace charts when I’m constantly interrupted by a 4 year old! The sweater is turning out lovely, if a bit small on me since, you know, a year later I’m not the same size as last year. But for the foreseeable future, I’m making plans to knit some more… basic garments. Cardigans and whatnot that don’t require a lot of pattern reading, mostly. I have yarn and pattern lined up for a Foldlines, and yarn for a Rosemont and I’m thinking about maybe a Quick Sand? We’ll see once I get this Recoleta done and blocked and make a few gauge swatches to figure out my options.

Saturday we went to a friend’s house out of town to go trick-or-treating and, if you can’t tell, Peter Rabbit had a blast. Being an only child at home, he LOVES being around bigger kids and feeling like he’s older than he really is. I had a few moments of panic because he was trying too hard to keep up with the bigger boys which, also, meant a few attempts at running across the street without looking. Not to mention that with so many people out and about I was worried he’d get too far separated. I tried hard to not be that helicopter mom that I hate, but this kid really doesn’t understand being 4 and the limitations that come with it so sometimes I err on the side of being more cautious than I probably need to be.

Toward the end, though, one of the younger boys took it upon himself to care for him. At one point, on the walk back to the house, they stopped and he offered to carry Declan’s bag of candy because it kept dragging on the sidewalk. And then Declan tried to hold his hand and made it weird.

Yesterday we ventured to Mohican State Park with some friends for a hiking adventure and discovered it was apparently peak mushroom season because the whole place was covered in fungi! I don’t think I have ever seen so many of them growing! Declan, upon seeing a clearing full of them, declared “IT’S A WHOLE MUSHROOM KINGDOM!” which made me giggle imagining little fairies and sprites and whatnot living under all those mushroom houses.

I’m sure the area is well-traveled for those who actually hunt down mushrooms for eating – I don’t know enough about them to even attempt to look (and Declan would probably turn his nose up at them, anyway). I suspect any that were edible were already snatched up, anyway. I would find stalks here and there where it looked like others were maybe hunting them and cleaning their haul as they walked the trail. It was fun seeing what all weird things we could find on our hike, though.

The trees are just starting to turn, and I’m SO sore from all the walking. And probably also from carrying a nearly 40lb child who decided to have a meltdown at the bottom of the dam, requiring some major exercise to carry him up what felt like a thousand steps. Motherhood is so glamorous. But Declan and I are already planning to venture out again and soak up all the time in the woods that we can before it gets to be overly cold and miserable.

If you follow me on Instagram, you might have already seen the above photo. It’s a Fen Dress muslin to try out the sizing. Because, see, I have this daydream where I basically live in handmade clothes. I wander my imaginary farm in perfectly sewn frocks while collecting chicken eggs and tree ripened apples, and then sit on the porch wrapped in a wool sweater and knit while I wait for a pie (from scratch, of course) to finish baking. Or maybe sitting in front of a wood burning stove while also sipping on a cup of tea while spinning yarn up from the fleece of my pet sheep named Fern. (Why, yes, I have thought about this a lot, why do you ask?) The details don’t matter, because the reality is that I do not have a farm, and I have a full time job aka not the life of leisure, and I ALSO have poor clothing sewing skills (well, more like I’ve never been taught so the learning process is rough). Also, real life isn’t a dream. But none of this stops me from being stubborn and continuing to try despite failure after failure. It also helps that I’ve developed a bit of an obsession with Pyne and Smith dresses, but the cost is enough that it has motivated me to learn to make my own in the attempt to not go broke pretending to be a farmgirl in the city.

I have been absolutely TERRIBLE about writing here. Truth be told, I miss it – I miss having stories to tell and photos to share that aren’t just brief social media snippets of my life. For several years I’ve kept two separate blogs, one here with my name on it, another with a fake name. It always felt weird to me to have people I know in real life read my blog and then later mention something I posted, and I fought that aspect for a long time. But life is busy, and I realized it really isn’t all that different from me posting useless stuff on Facebook for everyone to see/read.

So, here I am.

I’m coming off a one-month break from Facebook, and thinking about this last month without the shallowness of the feed I once used to scroll through like an addict. The details on why I deactivated aren’t really all that important, but I can say that I only slightly missed it. I did keep myself feeling in the loop a bit with Instagram. And I did log back in once for a work-related thing… but promptly saw the bazillion notifications, quickly scrolled through them, said “NOPE” and deactivated again. Otherwise, I’ve actually felt a lot happier and more productive. I’m not sure I ever thought the day would come where I’d manage to break that habit, but I’m glad for everything that led up to that deactivation moment.

I’ve been trying to be a lot more intentional and mindful with my life lately with regards to what I make, wear, eat, do, etc, so I’m considering blogging more to be yet another intentional move. I’m thinking of it as another aspect of self-care and taking care of myself mentally, which I often struggle to do anyway.

I think later this week I’ll re-vamp this space a bit and give it a fresh look to go with my somewhat fresh-ish restart.

I always love it when people post up their projects in a collage, showing how their fiber came, how it spun, and then how it plied. I love seeing the change, and how something that might not be colors you love or expect ends up into this gorgeous yarn. My favorite scarf, to this day, is made out of some fiber I picked up at a festival that was busy and overly colorful and I wasn’t at all sure I would truly love it until I finished spinning it and all those colors blended and melded together to make the most gorgeous yarn I’ve ever made.

This fiber is Tapestry Roses, from Created by Elsie B. I found her on Instagram and fell in love with her color choices. This colorway in particular I actually named, because she wasn’t sure what to call it and a bunch of us threw out suggestions. Mine stuck, and I felt obligated to order it. I’m so glad I did – her fiber is WONDERFUL. It spins beautifully, isn’t smushed or felted together anywhere, and the colors didn’t bleed when I washed the finished yarn, either. Since starting this yarn back in August I’ve ordered more fiber from her and will probably order more (even though I don’t at all have the time right now to spin through it lol).

I ended up with about 384 yards of 3ply, with a large chunk left of single on the bobbin to spin into a 2ply. Might have to come up with something that uses both yarn textures.