Maybe you've heard me mention Ponty. Maybe not. But seeing as he's going to be keeping me company for quite some time, I thought you might like to get to know him a little better.
Ponty is my little munted mascot that I made for myself. He came about because I needed to make a gift for my niece. She has the original Ponty.
Ponty is my trusty sidekick, and the safest place for him is my pocket so that he can't inadvertently fall out - I wear skinny jeans so he's tucked in real good! He's going to come with me on tour so will probably spend a lot of time on my dashboard and putting up with my terrible singing.
With only three Ponties in the world, it basically makes him an endangered species so I'm working on some more family for him.
I really need to raise my needles to the yarn community. Thank you SO MUCH for supporting my June fundraising efforts to get some extra cash towards my new van. I sold my car, I sold some cool merchandise, I borrowed some money...and I am really happy to introduce you to the upgraded yarn mobile.
She is pretty spacious...and because I'm a shorty, I could actually sleep in the boot!
I'm not normally stuck for words, but I'm honestly so grateful to the support I've received since launching Wool on Wheels last year. This community is so warm, so embracing. I've literally turned my life upside down to run this road show and it's worth it every time someone's eyes light up at my displays, the hugs I get when I meet people at events, and the beautiful camradarie that exists amongst fellow crafters. I love being able to do this.
There are times when backing yourself and trusting your instincts are mutually exclusive. Yesterday was one of those times.
Whangarei where I would hang a right and be on my merry way. Except what I wanted before that was the sign to Kaitaia that put back onto SH1. I recalled the roads were bendy but when I had driven in to Broadwood (for the first time) I had a passenger and it was green on all sides with minimal signage. So I didn't think anything of it until I realised at the two hour mark that I should have been on SH1 by that time.
I had to backtrack to Broadwood and START AGAIN. This is after a frantic call to my friend to ask her to contact her parents that I couldn't make it because I got lost. Then, in tears, an embarassing phone call to my partner to let him know I was five hours away from home instead of two.
I know what you're thinking.
Why didn't you use GPS? Why didn't you check sooner? Like, when you stopped for a photo opportunity at the car ferry that you didn't pass when you drove into Broadwood.
There is no answer. Only inert rage because I had no one to blame but myself, and a five hour drive and a missed visit because I could no longer afford the time to stop.
If you're wondering what this has to do with yarn, it is to say that it is extremely well travelled! Thankfully this was after the Northland pop ups. My inadvertent detour wasn't ruining anything (except my own plans). Besides, there was plenty to be thankful for:
1) I had an almost full tank of gas
2) The weather was stunning
3) The countryside is calming when you are full of frustration
4) I still had plenty of time to get home at a normal hour and mostly in daylight
And if anything, the lessons can be applied to life and business:
1) Trust your instincts
2) Even if you know are following a plan, it's okay to double check things
3) Topping up the tank is important when you are on a journey
4) It's okay to cry
5) The time is not wasted if you learn something
6) Detours can lead to beautiful discoveries
One of the things I love about knitting is that it is one of the most productive pastimes. If I'm watching television, lights are up so I can knit. If I'm reading, a little voice in the back of my mind tells me I could be knitting! Sometimes I do a double whammy and listen to a Truly Myrtle podcast while I'm in that endless ocean of stockinette.
If you're anything like me, you've got two or three projects on the needles, a couple to be blocked, about ten queued up and you're dreaming about the latest release from your favourite dyer. And if your partner is like mine...they don't know how much wool you actually own.
There is certainly something magical about hand dyed yarn and even just squishing it is a great stress reliever. When I'm upset, I've been known to go and 'sort' my yarn, rummage through my patterns and see if I can make a combo that will work with my most recent Ravelry purchase(s). Now that I run Wool on Wheels...it's like I have an extension to my stash...I can literally go shopping in the next room. I'm not gonna lie. It's glorious.
Once the project has been established, one can still embellish in their own creative flair. I don't think I've ever made a pattern in the colours used by the pattern designer! I love vibrant contrasts, and I am a sucker for teal. The green-blue spectrum definitely dominates my personal colour choices.
What I truly love about this hobby (that has taken over my life) is that the knitter (or crocheter) is the ultimate optimist. We are more than likely to possess a stash that we realistically cannot craft through in our lifetime. But we live, and knit, like it's possible and that's the kind of company that I like to keep.