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Fake it 'till You Make it

You can all thank Hannah. Now, let’s see how rusty I am at this.

How long has it been? I daren’t look at my previous post to check...certainly it’s been a couple of months… I honestly do feel guilty about that.

All the drama that was happening last year before I started the blog (which, to be honest, is partly what the blog was meant to be helping me decompress from) started up again. We, in some ways, are right back to where we were last year, or a couple of years ago, and that’s really crappy.

I honestly was thinking about the blog every day I wasn’t writing and posting (which was most days, if we’re sharing and all…).  I didn’t stop knitting or playing with fiber. I didn’t stop having ideas for things to design and I didn't lose the happy feeling I got when I looked at yarn/knitting/crochet/fibercrafts. I just...I just didn’t have the energy to fight my own head and body to be still and focus enough to write.

I know that one of the best things I can do for myself when I’m finding things particularly hard is to catch up with people I care about. I’ve been missing my friends and family outside of Australia more as of late, and me, being the person of Action that I am, had started pestering them to meet for a virtual coffee or a glass of wine, and catch up.

It was during such a catch up with Hannah, one of those beautiful people you can instantly settle into a conversation with, no matter how long it’s been since you’ve had a proper chat, and it’s as if no time has passed at all, that I found inspiration. We were celebrating some particularly badass adulting she’d been doing earlier that week when she confessed “Honestly, I was just making it up as I go along. It seemed about right, so I just did it with confidence and hoped it’d work out.”

TING! 

On went the metaphorical light bulb in my head.

Hannah was faking it!

I could do that, I HAD done that more than once, really, more times than I can count I’m certain. What’s more, Knitters do it all the time. Every fibercrafter has been told at least once, when seeking reassurance from a fellow crafter, “just keep doing what you’re doing, it’ll come right in a few rows”. I left our catch up feeling like I was armed and ready for the next time things were hard. But then Sunday and Monday happened, and things were again very hard.

But today I woke up and it was raining and cold and a little foggy, and you could smell the fire someone had made - all the things I crave when I’m cranky and missing Seattle - and I decided to Fake It until I Made It today. So here I am, snuggled in some of my favourite new FOs, going the extra mile to do my hair and wear a favourite pair of earrings, put on a little lipstick, and try and connect with you all again.

Meet me back here tomorrow? Bring your projects and your favourite drink and we'll catch up on everything we've been stitching since we last chatted. I've got quite a list to share with you. Until then here's a photo of Jolie modeling one of my recent FOs. 



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