Frowsery

I found a few glass beads kicking around the house this morning. I brought them into work, and as I was showing them to my coworkers I realized that I miss having time dedicated to creating. It’s not just admitting to myself that I want to make the time to be creative, but forcing myself to follow through. More than having knitting supplies handy, more than having a sewing machine set up in the corner, signing up for a class guarantees that I will challenge myself and dedicate the time to learn something new.

I learned how to make the beads in a class at the Lillstreet Art Center, in one of several glass and metalsmithing classes I’ve taken there. This time around I think I’ll try something new. Maybe I’ll sign up for screen printing, something I’ve been interested in since high school. Since I’m already a knitter, it would make sense to take a spinning class. It’s an additional obsession I’m pretty sure I don’t need, but I must admit that I’d like to be able to understand knit construction from fiber to wearable garment.

I’ve been talking about making some new skirts for summer, so perhaps I should take a garment construction class at Lillstreet. If the idea of tackling a button-down shirt is too threatening, maybe a formal quilting class at Quiltology would hone my self-taught quilting skills and sharpen my corners.

I guess I could pick up and finish any one of the half-dozen unfinished knitting projects that are cluttering up my closet, but where’s the fun in that? What’s more, why should I have to choose? The more opportunities that I can give myself to create, the happier I am. Knowing that, I think I’ll cast on for a new sweater.