My first drawing lesson took place last night, and Mr. Joseph did I great job being patient with me. One of the great parts about learning a new skill from someone who is so talented and refined with their own is the simple opportunity to appreciate them as a master within their art.
As expected, I have all the talent for sketching of a three year old with finger paint, except I lack the imagination to just go with it. When my nephew decided ponies are purple with green spots, he’s so convicted about it. In his world, it’s okay for ponies to be purple with green spots. My imagination has been boxed up pretty tightly for a couple of decades, so bridging the gap between a lack of skill necessitating practical drawing exercises while letting my design imagination run wild started to drive me a little crazy.
Since I didn’t want to embarrass myself by attempting to showcase my sketches with a feigned pride (let’s face it, I’m not your child, so you’re not going to proudly display it on your refrigerator even though you know ponies are not purple with green spots), here’s a little picture story of how the lesson went last night as told by Mila:
After Mila’s wonderful encouragement, I was inspired to practice drawing my egg-heads and figures until it at least felt familiar. It was really nice to do something knitting related for a little while, and it did make me yearn for the comfort of picking up my knitting and whizzing away on my rows like a solid pro. Hopefully, someday, the drawing will feel as natural as the knitting. For now, I’ll hold my breath until it happens.
The sleeves of my Beck sweater seem to be growing more slowly compared to the back and front, which I know is impossible. Maybe it’s just the anticipation of knowing that after these two sleeves, I’m pretty much done, so my eagerness to finish it is making it seemingly take longer to complete. Eh.
The good news? The increases have been completed, so it’s just straight knitting from this point forward, and there’s only about eight inches worth, which equates to 12 cable repeats, which I can almost count on two hands, which does make the finish line seem a little closer. Except, when I’m done, I have to make another sleeve. I should have knit both at the same time. I’m pretty sure I say it every time I make a sweater, but never remember in time to actually take my own advice. At least now it’s in writing, which will certainly make me remember the next time, right? Probably not.
Really good news? Last night, while battling The Closet, I found this little gem, which was a Christmas gift from Mr. Joseph’s mother, Sue, last year.
I have no idea where she found it, but I’m in love. I finally started putting some loose change in this little knitting-bank to save up for a stash splurge (or spinning wheel) sometime during 2014. So far, I can barely by a pound of Red Heart, but I have high hopes for this year.
Mr. Joseph and I are off to a neighbor’s wedding for the evening (just another delay in finishing my sleeve, really), and there are only three short days left of my vacation. I will not rest tonight until the sleeve is completed – no matter how much I drink tonight (but then again, I say this every night, so I’m sure I’ll make some progress.)
Happy Sunday evening to you all – and happy knitting!