The Betty Pages

Fears + Limits No. 2 | A Case of the Shutins

The other day it occurcnt to me that my mom was about my age when she started her great migration indoors; I remember she had already started coming down with a case of the shutins by the time I was in highschool. I've known for sometime that this was a possibility for me, that if I wasn't careful I'd wake up one day to realize that my world had collapsed around me, shrunken to the size of just four walls. As the years have passed, I've watched my desire to be outside dwindle to almost nothing. I've found it slightly unnerving noticing how much I enjoy bip bopping around my house doing my little crafts, and have often thought to myself: don't get too comfortable now, or you'll never leave.
The other day it occurcnt to me that considering where I started, I've done very well for myself. Sometimes I get so caught up in being bigger, badder, and bolder than I was the day before, that I forget to stop and look at all that I've overcome and what I've built on top of it. Most people who've had experiences similar to mine, don't have the life that I do. ...read more

Socks

Winter crafts came early this year; this is the pair I made for my gandma's birthday. It's my third pair this year; I'm gonna end of frogging, aka unravelling to salvage the yarn, the first two though, because these turned out so well, I want my pink ones to be just as nice! But first I'm gonna finish the pair I'm making from the yarn I got from unravelling an old (store bought) sweater.