I need to make things. I can feel it in my twitchy fingers and angsty mind. I've always been crafty. Not artsy. Anything two dimensional throws me. I'll end up with stick figures, or 'abstract' art, or pictures glued to the floor. But when it comes to things like yarn, twine, or clay, I am in heaven. I made tons of jewelry as a kid and teenager, and my grandma taught me to knit and crochet when I was in high school. Yarn quickly became my medium of choice. But in the last few years I haven't made much. A couple of sock monkeys, a scarf occasionally, but nothing serious. I've been working on a baby blanket for J since last summer and it still needs to be finished (no babies blankets should not take that long). Surprisingly the whole motherhood thing is a bit of a time suck ;) But lately I have just felt it. I need to create with my hands. It is so soothing, so meditative. If I am running and crocheting regularly life is in order.
I want to make stuff for the kids. L has been really into dragons lately (thanks to TV) so I was thinking of making her this little cutie,
And for J I want to make this (we have a sort of lion theme with him).
I am ridiculously excited about this. A keeps laughing at me as I show him crochet hooks I am considering buying. I pointed out that I feel a similar level of confusion at his excitement when he shows me video games he wants to get.