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“how hard
can it be?”
A naturally curious person with a slight delusion of capability, a love of the messy middle, and a deeply held belief that the trying is the whole point.
I have never met a problem I didn't immediately assume I could solve.
I'm Sarah. Naturally curious, perpetually mid-project, and constitutionally unable to read the words “that's hard to do” without immediately wanting to find out for myself. Whether or not I succeed is a separate question. I try anyway.
I operate on a philosophy I generously call optimism. Every project starts with “how hard can it be?” The answer is almost always “harder than that.” I finish anyway. Sometimes it takes a few attempts. Sometimes the sweater becomes a scarf. I've made peace with this.
What keeps me coming back is the friction. The trials, the re-dos, the moments where something doesn't work and you have to sit with it and figure out why. I love the journey far more than the finished object. The moment a project is done, I'm already thinking about what I'd do differently.
This blog is where I write it all down, in case it's useful to someone, and so I stop forgetting which dye lot I bought in 2023.
p.s. yes, even the dovetail joints. especially those.
accurate re-enactment of my emotions during my process
Six crafts and counting.
- Knitting
three frogged attempts later: a very confident scarf. the sweater is still in there somewhere.
- Polymer clay
finest work happens at 11pm, for reasons unknown
- Crochet
current project is a frog named Gerald
- Watercolour
the boys have opinions on which colours to use
- Woodwork
the hardware store guy knows my face
- Renovation
one bathroom at a time, confidently
The people who put up with me.
The boys
Two young boys, full speed, zero filter. They have learned that when I say “just a quick project,” the living room is changing for the next three weeks. They are adapting remarkably well and occasionally bring me found sticks, which I accept gratefully.
the sticks are on my desk. i love them.
The husband
He signed up for one person and got a small craft operation, four unfinished crochet projects, a table saw he did not request, and a constant low-level presence of sawdust somewhere in the house. He is, by his own admission, my number one fan. Despite the chaos I bring into his life, he loves me anyway. I am keeping him.
✿ despite everything. i know.