I cannot believe how much time has passed since I wrote on
this here blog about my good intentions.
Surely, you have all given up on me. Still, I thought I’d pop ‘round to
tell you a bit of what I’ve been doing, and a bit more about my plans for the future.
And about those good intentions, and how those intentions are turning out
better than I could ever have hoped and dreamed (well, apart from the ‘blogging
regularly’ thing. That bit I still have to work on)(obviously). (I mean, if
it’s July (which it is) and your blog header is a picture of a thick woolly
blanket on a sled in the snow, then maybe it’s time to reconsider the whole
blogging thing) (but more of that later).
It won’t come as a
surprise that I haven’t done any stitching. Well, I still work on the Blue Lady
every now and then, but that’s it. What will surprise you, ,though, is that
I’ve made a bit of a career change. For nigh-on fourteen years I’ve worked as a
translator of children’s books, novels and romance novels (yay for Harlequin!),
but I just couldn’t cope anymore. Although Pelle is a dear boy, taking care of
him requires an enormous amount of energy. Kathy Lette wrote a book about the
care for her autistic son, and she described it perfectly. As the parent of a
‘special needs child’, you need to be specialised in just about everything. You
have to fight all day, every day, to get what’s best for your child. And of
course, there’s the care for the child itself, which can be a terrible drain,
especially when he’s going through a rough time. Anyway, with everything going
on, I couldn’t get any sensible words on the page at all, and my heart really
hadn’t been in my work for years. In the meantime the good doctors have
discovered what syndrom Pelle suffers from (behind every developmental delay is
some form of brain damage, after all): it’s the very rare Coffin-Siris syndrom.
I’m relieved to know that it actually
has a name, but it’s all still very vague. Pelle lacks a good number of the
main characteristics of the syndrom (and
thank goodness for that), but his behavioral problems are still mostly unexplained. We’ll
just have to wait and see how this all develops…
Whilst making decisions and re-arranging my life, I happened upon a blog by Dutch designer
Wieke van Keulen. I loved her designs, admired her blog, and one day last year,
Wieke mentioned in her blog that she was looking for someone to translate her
crochet and knitting patterns into English. ‘Well’, thought I, ‘I haven’t got a
chance in hell, but I’m going to reply anyway’. And so I did. And Wieke picked
me! Since then, I’ve been very busy translating Wieke’s patterns AND making
shop models for the local yarn shop. And now that I’m working for the yarn
shop, the owner of said shop has asked me to do any number of little things for
her (making blankets and shawls of my own ‘design’ for the shop, showing off
the gorgeous yarn they sell there) (although when I say ‘design’ you should
take that with a grain or twelve of salt, because really, all I ever do are
granny squares or just plain garter stitch knitting, but that’s just my thing.
It’s the colours and the yarn I’m mostly interested in. You can do SO MUCH with
the right colour. You don’t need a fancy design to make something gorgeous).
Now that I’m part of the Dutch knitting and crocheting elite (brouhahahahaha)
and I meet all these fantastically sweet and gifted people, I’m learning new
things every day. Spinning, dyeing, new techniques. And when the new season
starts, in September, I will be giving workshops as well. I know it sounds like
a lot, and I have the feeling I hardly ever sleep anymore, but I’m bursting
with energy and joy, and I haven’t been so happy in quite a while.
And now we come to the part – the only part of this new life
that I’m still uncertain about: this blog. I’m going to leave it as it is for
now, but I’m starting a new blog in Dutch, which will focus on my
extracurricular crafting acticivities, such as crocheting and knitting and
making for the shop. If and when I do get the urge to stitch, or actually DO
any stitching, you will be the first to know. I’m not saying goodbye to you,
because this isn’t goodbye. Meanwhile,
if you’d like to keep up (at least with pictures of Pelle and the terrorist
monkeys known as Pantoef and Pipien), go visit ’t Atelier van Tante An.
Much love,
Annemarie.