One of my aims this year is to reduce stress and have more time to craft. The two are linked. If my mind is elsewhere, I find I flit between craft projects and finish few. Any project, to be honest. The one way I have found, to reduce my stress, is to plan. Write lists. Dump everything I’m juggling in my head on to paper. Seize back control. I tried the Fly Lady for a few years, which worked well, but I lost the rhythm and could never quite fit back into it.
So this year, I’m giving myself the challenge of Bullet Journalling. I’ve seen both Jocelyn and Angela, to name but two, putting planning into action and they have inspired me to try again. Kim‘s meal planning has been a weekly reminder for me to grab a back of an envelope and plan mine. Now I’m going to put that in my planner too. Everything in one place.
I wasn’t meaning to buy a book about it. My children had book tokens burning a hole in their pockets, from Christmas, so we went to Toppings in Bath. I had to fill an eternity while my children chose books, which is when I came across “How to Bullet Plan“. I could have researched the subject on the internet, but a book in the hand has worked more efficiently this time. A real time saver.
One of the reasons I liked the bullet journal concept is that I can be creative with it. I’m starting simple but I know I’ll be doodling soon and this is the aspect that will keep me going, when planning hits the mundane wall.
I’ve also started to fill in my garden planner. Started with a list of food that’s a hit with the family. Sowing starts this month, if I want to make the most of the growing season. This weekend, I’ll check my seed collection and sort out what I’m missing. No extras!
So this week has been about planning. I suspect it will be for the rest of the month. One part I had not anticipated was that the children would catch the bug too. I’ve found that when I sit down to plan, I’m soon joined by one or two of them. They are making their own journals too. My reference book disappears. Eldest Teen, in particular, is using her newly acquired skill of calligraphy to make a beautiful journal. Sometimes parenting is easy.
So here is to a more organized 2018. Wish me luck!
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I’m thrilled to see that Ginny’s Yarn Along is back. I’ve genuinely missed all the book recommendations and knitting inspiration from everyone. Being a monthly link up this time, I’ll have more chance of showing something new each time too. No more “look I’m reading the same book” or “I managed two lines of knitting this week“. I hope.
So, without further ado, what am I up to?
I have one knitting project on the go. It is the adult hoodie that should have been finished for Christmas. It’s taking longer than I planned. I lost the wool for a while. Then I lengthened the first sleeve too much, which dented my enthusiasm. I still haven’t resolved the problem, but am ploughing on with the second. Hopefully it will act as a guide to the right length. I’m guessing that we’ve all seen the cartoons of people receiving grandma’s homemade jumper where one sleeve is longer than the other. I’m hoping to avoid this look.
Pattern is Hayfield 7256, using Hayfield with wool dk yarn no 701 Blackberry. I made a version for my 10 year old son, back in the summer. He loves it and we blinged it for his Christmas jumper day at school. It’s back to normal now. No cars or trees. Or lights! I think he found his one day of being lit up by fairy lights, more than enough. Although, he was quietly pleased to be the only one called up, to the front, in school assembly. He reckons that his was the only homemade jumper in the school. (I obviously didn’t get that memo)
My sewing and crafting mojo left me. No notice. No “if you please”. It just went. For someone who plays fantasy sewing projects in her head when separated from her sewing room, this can be devasting. Imagine writer’s block, but with fabric. Fabric calls to you. Inspiring you to make it into all sorts of gorgeous somethings. With my mojo gone, it was silent. To make matters worse, it was December. December! Running up to gift giving time. Oh. Too. Cruel.
There was one project that I could not let slip. I had planned it in November. Let me set the scene. On Christmas Eve, the children each receive a new pair of pyjamas, a book and a special hot choc. It’s a gentle and calm way to settle them down, before heading to bed, on a night heightened with excitment. Admittedly, they’ve all reached the stage where they no longer find it difficult to slip off to sleep, but it’s a tradition and no one is ready to let go of it.
One day, I will manage to make all three of them pjs, ready to gift on Christmas Eve, but this was not the year. I was thrilled to find the Little Bear pjs, from Next. I added the three children size sets to my basket. Punched the sky and knew I was winning at this parenting thing, if only momentarily.
Then, I spotted the grown-up versions. A Daddy and Mummy Bear version. Should I? I wasn’t sure I could commit to a full on family look, but I was sorely tempted. Although without a dog version on offer, it was always going to be a compromise. Half complete. I mean, she would have stood out. Continue reading