Lil ' Pumpkin Crochet Workshop!
I love crocheting! I don't think that will be much of a surprise to a lot of you... I learned to crochet when I was around 8 or 9 and remember the day. We were sitting on my Grammie's boat, it was a nice day, not too hot out on the lake in that quint essential New England woodsy spot. The sky was a little cloudy, but still bright. I am so glad that I remember that moment, and that I have kept with it all these years.
Now when I do workshops, I share this little story, and it feels good to share a skill that was shared with me, to pass on a tradition and a true craft. I taught this lil' pumpkin workshop at the amazing ArtSpark Creative Studio! They are creating an amazing creative community there.
The pumpkin workshop was well timed - I have several test pumpkins at home to give away during Thanksgiving, and their cuteness will no doubt be admired. Everyone in class was happy with their final product - and that was a big part of why I like this project. So many times people start with a scarf and get bored, or it starts to loose it's shape. This pumpkin project was very forgiving and a quick project. It didn't require perfection on your first try, and the final product, no matter how technically imperfect, was either undetectable or embraced and became part of the pumpkin's finished look.
I hope everyone will take their new skill with them, and keep going with it. It does take practice much like anything else. The most difficult thing to learn (from what I have experienced in teaching) is the gauge and keeping the working yarn not too tight. Letting it slide through your fingers as you use your hook to pull loops through loops.
This comes down to mastering grip and finagling the yarn and hook in such a way that doesn't keep tension on the working yarn*, and maneuvering the hook more so that pulling on the working yarn to keep it on the hook. It's always more about the hook than the yarn... With every workshop I teach, I learn something new too. I've been thinking about how "creativity creates community" and I just really dig that idea... It's not a one sided exchange when we share creative techniques or skills or ideas, it's a community of creativity.
Creativity I think is a cornerstone of our human existence! Do you agree? What roll does creativity play in your life? Could you incorporate more creativity? And, what is your most favorite thing you've learned from a creative class? Share in the comments! I would love to hear from you!
With all the radiance,
-Erin : )
*Working Yarn = The string of yarn that is coming from the ball that you're making loops with to continue the work you've already finished.
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A few weekends ago, I was back east for a family wedding.
The wedding was lovely. The day-of weather was beautiful despite recent hurricanes, and though I was nervous for the ceremony reading I was going to share, it all went perfectly well.
Nick and I flew back to the east coast together, but with his work reaching the end of their fiscal year, he flew back to Denver sooner than I did. I spent more time with family, catching up on the past year or more. This left me to travel home solo. I don't mind traveling alone, but I do love to travel with Nick. I think it's actually one of the things we do best together. Our whole relationship is really based on travel, but that's another story...
I found myself traveling back to Denver, quietly making my way through the airport, after a teary good by to my mom. I had a bag of freshly picked apples from my favorite orchard and popcorn from the local arcade (it's literally the best, we are all hooked, don't judge). This made my bags a bit tricky to maneuver, and meant I'd receive some chastisement from the flight attendant, but I managed thanks to the larger paper bag from the airport market. I slipped the bag of apples next to the salad and walked onto the plane.
I don't really like to chat on airplanes. I find that awkward pause between conversations unbearable. You come to a mutual place where you're both still talking, not sure how to end it, but definitely over it, and even when it is ended, there's that feeling hanging in the air. It's as if the energy has been opened, but then it just floats, unsure if it's needed or if it should just go back to hiding. There's that other awkward situation if only one person realizes that the conversation should be over, or the people around you are over it, but the person keeps going on and on, a bit too loud for such a crowded space. This is the worst. This plane ride wasn't like that at all, thankfully.
It was, while mostly uneventful, somewhat comical. At some point during the flight I wanted my water bottle - one of those camel back ones with the silicone straw type sipping device. Well, I wish I'd remembered that they often leak on airplane rides - and when I reached down to get it, well, it had leaked. I used some napkins to dry the backpack a bit, no harm done, but you know how tight these planes are and how now at least 16 people know that your water bottle leaked.
And then, you know how those silicone straw type sipping devices keep the water inside it (and that's likely how the leak started in the first place? Well I will usually pinch it just to let the water fall back down into the bottle rather than staying in the mouthpiece - but this was an airplane under cabin pressure - so it shoots directly up towards my face. Luckily I had napkins handy already.
If this wasn't enough, I decide I might as well keep the train rolling and eat the salad I purchased to compensate for the lack of lunch on a lunch hour flight. (Why do they even bother with the pretzels?! all 4.6 of them in that tiny stupid pouch...) any way. The dressing container was not too unfriendly, but was touchy enough to spurt out a bit of the mustard colored dressing onto my sweatshirt. Still, no harm done. I'm just lucky that my choice to shake my salad in the container to distribute the dressing didn't go awry!
And all the while I was able to laugh at myself and this comical stretch of consumption.
Lucky for me, the two guys sitting next to me were not weirdo's (like the guy standing near me in at the gate who I actually prayed wouldn't sitting next to me or near me), but looked more like professors of somthing. They seemed kind, they had glasses of white wine, split a sandwich and were mostly quiet.
Other than general exchanges for the flight attendant passing out drinks, and the moment I decided to let this guy know that his head phones were sticking out of his pocket and risked being lost (the little rubber ended kind), which took much more explaining than I realized, it was mostly not awkward.
There was even a moment when the man sitting in the middle, nodding off on a nap, nearly spilled coffee all over his lap because he had it in his hand to prevent it from being knocked off the tray table. Luckily I had the somewhat damp napkins handy.
Later on in the flight, he started working on a book - an illustrated book with a lovely message from what my too close not to peek eyes could tell. The illustrations were familiar, and very sweet.
I was interested and appreciated seeing someone do something creative on a flight. I'm always somewhat nervous to do that since I know people are peeking over shoulders and between seats - they can't help it, I don't blame them. I am always curious as well.
But as the plane landed, he handed me a small piece of paper.
"I made you a book mark. It's you apple picking," he said.
I was taken aback.
"Thank you! That's so sweet!"
He had signed it.
I asked what he had been working on. He told me it was a book deal with scholastic, and that the message was, if you had an audience of the world - what would you say?
I asked what his something was, "Don't be afraid to create."
Me? "More Love. More Compassion."
And it's true. The great movers of our time all have a something.
"I have a dream." "Give peace a chance." "Be the change."
While maybe over used now, they're still potent mega-truths.
We chatted about creativity, being an artist, follow your heart, and what they were up to in town.
It was a lovely exchange, that wasn't awkward at all. One of those small moments that makes a whole trip meaningful.
I framed the drawing - there was no way I could use it as a bookmark.
Stay Open & Aware ( & Radiant),
If you're a creative and curious, watch this video of his most well known book.
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I remember the moment that I ‘discovered’ art. I remember the spark that hit me, that told me YOU ARE AN ARTIST, YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING & THE WORLD IS OPEN TO INTERPRETATION.
It was in first or second grade. We were learning how to cut & fold paper 'properly'. Anti-climactic? Not really, because the sensation was as epic as I remember, I promise. I was like, WHOA, I GOT THE POWAH. So, yea, even though I was tiny, & it was a simple exercise I remember that moment to this day. I remember the kid next to me was like, you're way too into this. And I was like, WATCH ME FLY.
I remember the class room. I was on the left side of the hallway, a long rectangle from left to right, we were sitting on tallish tables. I was in the back left corner. I remember the teacher, her face, her vibe, but I can’t remember her name. Im sure I could look it up. But here comes the good part!
Back in MA before I went through the difficult (for me) transition that was moving to Denver, CO, I was working at an organic café, and she came in. The teacher came in. I was like - TUNNEL FLASHBACK TO MY FIRST GRADE MOMENT OF ‘IM AN ARTIST, WATCH THE F* OUT WORLD.’ I HAD to tell her! I had to tell her I had this moment in her class. So I did. And it was such a beautiful moment, for her, for me, for artists and creatives everywhere. Because it’s human connection that makes our world worthwhile. It’s nature and our innate need to create that makes it, ALIVE and VIBRANT. She was touched, and I was sure to make what ever she ordered that day especially imbued with gratitude.
The next time she came in, she had something for me.