A Little White Lie
One element of crochet that I am seriously guilty of is telling others that I will be right there or most times, “let me just finish my row first!”
I have to say… once I get onto a project that I am loving, I tend to get really determined and my sense of reality is warped.
Though I feel bad in retrospect, I have told Daniel that I am going to bed and will be right there. An hour later, OOPSY, I am getting up. One row turned into another, turned into another and another and really it was my body to tell me that I need to get to bed. My mind was so energized and excited, I lost my sense of reality.
Today, I cleaned the house for about 5 hours. I’ll level with you, I’m not ‘Mr Tidy’ here at home. I’m an artist and my work comes before my regular life. Our home can very easily turn into a pig pen. I’m not proud of it and when surprise company shows up, I am extremely embarrassed. I pull up projects and I tend not to put things away. After a few days, the house is upside down and a week later it can be a disaster. When Daniel flips out, you know we are both going on a cleaning spree. What gets my goat the most is that Daniel can clean the main level in about 3 hours… For me it’s hours and hours and hours. I only did half the house level today and was 5 hours. I get distracted and jump around from room to room to room. Seems my attention span when cleaning is a bit off.
Sometimes, for filming reasons, I just have to ensure the camera angle is right to depict my home as being clean but some days, it’s just a great camera angle but not the reality.
I’m like many people. My art comes before the house cleaning, dishes and pushing a vacuum around the house. Daniel and I are both very creative and both of us being creative in the same living space is a recipe for a messy house.
But seriously, why can’t cooking and cleaning be as joyous as crocheting? Actually, of cooking was my passion I would probably have a messy kitchen and my yarn would be organized.
Sometimes, when something really needs to get done. Daniel needs to stamp his foot and tell me to get away from the computer or put my crochet down. I hate when he does it but I think it’s probably the only way to get my attention. He knows my tricks by now that a row will turn into another and another. I can lie and tell him I was counting stitches but I think he’s caught onto my tricks.
It’s what happens when you have creative passion… everything else becomes secondary and your passion has your attention and you yearn to do it. I’m hooked… and I can’t deny it.