Although it is probably possible to arrange to move and pack and also blog consistently, and I am sure there are people who can manage it with panache, I am apparently not one of those people. So postings shall just remain erratic, regular, in that I believe I can manage more than one post per week, but not on any fixed schedule.
I finally took Creep off the blocking board. Getting it on my body in a way I liked proved to be a bit more problematic and there was a brief period when I feared I had created an orphan, a loved orphan but an orphan nonetheless.
It proved not to be so. Here I am wearing Creep with a black turtleneck and black Joseph Ribkhoff pull-on pants, so far the only successful outfit. Behind me on the bed you see the pile of rejected options. Quite a few of them will work in time, once I accumulate the proper supporting players. For example, Creep looks fabulous with my new deep greenish-black J Brand cords, but not in combination with any top currently in my possession. And as you can see, Creep definitetely needs to be worn with a top.
There are also some issues with placement, namely taming Creep's natural urge to become a boob harness, that need to be considered. Although there are probably situations in life where breast bondage may be desired, they are certainly outside my normal territorial rangings, consisting as they do of post office, grocery store, pharmacy, and doctor's offices. In fact, I can comfortably say that I hope never to find myself a situation where Creep's asset-framing propensities were considered desireable, if not de-rigeur.
As to other things, I am almost finished packing up my yarn and fabric stash. Of course I have to lay my hands upon every piece, admire it, contemplate its potential and finally fold (fabric) or count (balls of yarn) each item before cataloging it and boxing it away. I expected this to be the most time consuming, and overwhelming part of the packing process and in many ways it has been. I will finish packing bulk of my collection today but there will still be the last few boxes to address before my self-imposed Thanksgiving deadline: the last box of fabric, the one I hope I might get an opportunity to sew before I move, even as I know it is not likely, and the last box of yarn, which shall be the first in Knoville, the box of yarn that will keep my fingers busy those evenings first in temporary housing and then while unpacking once we are finally in place.
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8 responses to “Assessing, Wearing, Packing…”
It’s really a lovely piece. I can see why the top is such an important component.
Packing up and moving has to be one of the most daunting tasks on the planet.
Since I’ve just been through this, I totally understand…although I didn’t do a state to state move! I am in awe of you cataloging everything though…because if I had done that I would never have moved!
Mardel I knew you’d wear this creation with panache! I love the way you styled this and the description LOL. Don’t let the move stress your out.
Oh my, Creep’s natural urge as a boob harness would not encourage me to wear it!
Moving is so hard, and packing is definitely the worst part of the process.
Obviously, packing hasn’t stripped you of your sense of humour! Your Creep looks fabulous, the photo revealing none of its fetish-y tendencies. . . take care, packing is as emotional as it is physical.
Wow – it looks terrific! I wondered how that thing was going to work 🙂 Excellent job!
It’s an interesting but not eminently wearable piece, just the thing when you want to feel original, a bit daring. Every wardrobe needs several. (But not every boob.)
The Amazing Thing No One Tells You About Moving is that you will handle everything you own once, in compressed time, which you will only do in the weird set of activities called “A Move”. Unpacking is much more rapid and less considered, but packing (even if the movers are doing a lot of it) is a whole other level of decisions, memories,let-me-look-at-this-agains. Bon courage.
Pseu, so far I alternate between feeling in control and overwhelmed with the packing, and I’m not even down to the knitty gritty yet. The planning and getting everything lined up seems more daunting than the physical stuff, which is just there and must be done. Unfortunately finding pieces to play with Creep is on a back burner.
Carolyn, Smile!
Thank you Terri! The closer I get to the move, the busier I become, but somehow I am also less stressed and more tired. I think there is less time to fret over things, and life just becomes driven by necessity.
Susan, yes, this does put a pause in the wearing of creep, but I’m still happy I knit it. It is a balancing act for me, this wanting to make wearable things is always doing battle with some urge to knit or sew something because I want to knit or sew it, which is a more creative urge not always based in reality. Packing is a bitch.
Ahh, Mater, thank you. I’m already looking forward to unpacking, it will be so much less stressful as the emotional load of packing will already be behind me.
Kristin, I was wondering too…
Duchesse. You have hit it exactly. It is interesting. I am happy to have knit it but it is not eminently wearable. It will come out to play occasionally, although I continue to harbor thoughts of its eventual life decorating a wall in my studio, where I am sure it will continue to delight.
As to packing, this is what I am finding, and I already suspect that unpacking will be a much easier process in that all the emotional weight of packing will have been dispensed with. Of course then there will be all the other details of hunting and buying and installing on the other end, but that is an entirely different set of activities.