When I started this blog awhile back, I was just thinking I wanted to take pictures of the things I like and stuff I like to do and write about them. I chose the name Analog Me, because I wanted it to be about my non-digital life--even though I was digitally recording it. (Yeah, I know there's a bit of a conflict there. . .) I also wanted to leave things open ended--not be too committed to the craft thing.
I had no idea of the rough patch ahead of me. Never did I imagine that I was so close to losing my brother. Even less could I ever have imagined that the readers of this little blog could digitally send me such a huge, collective, analog-feeling hug when I so badly needed it. I didn't know such a thing was possible. So, thanks everyone. Thanks for sticking with me through my silences and sending me those messages.
Holly said something that struck me: "I think the handmade movement goes farther than just appreciating artistry, that there are people with not only talents and skills, but their own stories." She's right, it's the stories behind all the stuff that keeps me reading, and writing too I guess.
Lynn mentioned after that same post that she had just bought a pair of handmade mittens because they made her feel so warm. While I was in Seattle, Donna, my sister by marriage sent my sister and I a care package. Besides some light reading, she made some knitting kits with all the yarn, patterns and the appropriate needles for some simple projects. Lucky me, to have such a sister-in-law and also to find that one project was for some simple mittens ! It took me several tries to concentrate hard enough to cast on 36 stitches, but then that mitten kit kept me busy for days. It's just hard enough to be distracting, but requires no real concentration. Perfect.
Now I'm on my fourth pair. As I wear them doubled up for extra warmth, I have to make even numbers. It's amazing how they warm me up on my cold winter walks. Thanks, Donna. And thanks everyone for all the virtual mittens you have piled on me.