Dropping temperatures and nesting instincts
Embarking on aromatic confections
As the temperatures drop and the snow starts to pile up, my nesting instincts kick into full gear. I can't pass my kitchen cupboards without wanting to pull out cinnamon, cardamom, and ginger and embark on aromatic confections (that I then take to work so that others can actually eat them). My three-year-old demonstrates her playdough skills with real dough and then swiftly eats a big ball of cookie dough before I can stop her. Her eyes twinkle in mirth.
The bobbins on my wheel fill up with bright colored yarns as my kids play dress up and do puzzles. I've got a few sewing projects at my sewing machine (some secret projects that I have to whisk away quickly if someone walks into the room). On the dining room table, trays with beads and wire sit at the ready—waiting for a few minutes of stringing and bending into sparkly adornments. A stack of notecards, a pen, and stamps are on my writing desk—poised for a quick note to a friend. In my purse, my current knitting project awaits that spare moment while waiting in lines or during meetings to make a bit more progress. At my desk, a tahkli with a bit of silk that is ready to be drafted out into a fine embroidery thread entices me while I wait for my computer to boot up.
I dance from one project to the next and though the days are shorter and the nights longer every day, they seem to fly by. They are filled with light, laughter, and the creating that brings so much joy. Sure, there are moments when lines are long, expectations exceed abilities, and the darkness wants to snuff out the light—but the making and sharing help make those things easier, and offer relief.
I'm curious about your crafting life during these winter months. Is it like mine? Share your winter habits in the comments below.
P.S. The dough that Sarah couldn't resist is my Grandma Barr's recipe for gingerbread cookies. She shared so much with me, now I want to share it with you. Get the recipe here.