Even though I’m not hiding from the world anymore, I don’t think I’ll stop making tiny mice.
Here’s one of the three I did.
The skilled and talented Ann Wood provided a free pattern for them, in case you want to try to make some. Here’s a link: link.
I sent the other two to live with my mother-in-law, a true lover of mice.
I gave all three mice scarves to wear, because it’s cold.
The mice are an easy and fun project. They use small scraps of felt and fabric, and I stuffed mine with the snippets of felt left from cutting out mouse parts, yarn ends I cut from my knitting and crochet, frayed scraps of fabric, that kind of thing.
One more angle:
I hope you’re having a good Friday.
A walk didn’t happen today. Man, this storm. It started out in an embarrassing way. Our car is terrible in the snow, and it was supposed to be very slippery, and the forecast snow totals kept inching up…it seemed easiest for my husband to stay home from work. He has days to take, work is slow right now, so why not? Anyway, we woke up to the tiniest bit of snow floating down in surprisingly calm air (they said “BOMB CYCLONE” for goodness’ sake, we thought there would be a breeze) and a little on the ground. Just a little. It made me feel silly for taking precautions.
I feel much less silly now. It is howling out there.
I want to go out anyway, but I won’t. I’ll have an earache later.
We’ve been shuffling through our studies here, January always feels like that to me. Shuffling. Progress is progress, though.
I’ve been mooching around reading Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States. I have this abridged teaching version and it has been helpful to have the end-of-chapter questions I can put to the kids.
Have you ever read this book? If you feel like everything in the news is so confusing and it’s hard to understand how we got from there to here, it may be your education in history is lacking. Mine is, and the more I read, the more things fall into place. I’m on chapter 9, and so far every chapter has been devastating, each in its own way. I feel like I can be a better neighbor and citizen with the knowledge I’m gaining. I wonder how many people read this book in school. I know we didn’t. I wish we had.
This feels like an okay time to do some posting on my blog.
I’ve been wrestling with feeling disoriented. It’s because everything has changed while nothing has changed. Surely you know what I mean. Things outside are different since late last year. In my home, though, it’s pretty much the same for now. I’m aware of the privilege contained within that sentence.
Such a massive change in atmosphere with no change in scenery makes me feel odd. I know I’m not the only one.
I’ve been restless, so I made an ugly necklace, fifteen tiny crocheted rabbits, three tiny felt mice, four hundred tiny flowers. I liked a couple thousand tweets. “A couple.” Make that five, five thousand tweets. I took refuge in small, immediate tasks. I did it the same way anyone does who really needs it–without thinking, I ran for the nearest place. I ended up in an okay enough spot, nowhere anyone could stay forever. I’m not staying forever.
This morning I took a walk outside. It was very cold, and there’s nothing like unpleasant weather to make it seem like the world is yours. I saw one other human, and he hurried by. I took my vitamins, drew something, read a book, cooked something, will finally tackle a large project I want to see completed. I think that’s good for now. It feels good.
This was Saturday. The sky was dark, but this fabric/thread/button combination was making me very happy.