Your Hobby is Action …

I blogged about hobby collection and accumulation on my crafts blog, but this also applies to everything.
It’s not limited to collecting and accumulating for hobbies – it applies to the new trends or fads as well.
We have gadgets in the house that have been used once, twice, and then back in the box. The new flashy accessory, the ‘seen on tv’ gadgets, etc. They may not be part of a set, that could sort of qualify as a ‘collection’. Sometimes it’s just the mentality of looking for the next new excitement. And so things accumulates … and takes over the garage, the basement, the closets, the spare bedroom …
Time to clean house and start discarding extra items ….

Colouring With Yarn

This popped up on my Facebook feed … and I immediately thought of yarn stashes.  Ok, so my yarn stash, specifically, and am I really collecting, or just accumulating?

” Your Hobby is Action, Not Accumulation “

But when I buy yarn, I’m not buying yarn to add to a collection, but to add to the ‘To-Be-Used’ pile to use for the ‘To-Try-This-Pattern’ list …


But I totally see where you cross over the line of accumulating, and not enough of the action, and you don’t even realize it.  
I wrote before that I felt that I’ve ‘graduated’ to the next level of yarn fibers … that I was ready to try new patterns that would mean a different set of fibers and yarn weights to use, if I wanted my finished projects to look like the photos in the patterns.
I’m moving away from the acrylics – not completely…

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On Display 

I came upon an art exhibit/fashion show this morning, on the way to work.

This was at the United Nations General Assembly building, where the Heidi Latsky Dance Company had set up an exhibit to highlight the differences that draws attention among us.

I thought at first it was that mannequin challenge.  But upon drawing closer, you begin to notice that it was a little different from the mannequin challenge.


Some differences are noticeable right away.  Others will make you look twice and look hard to see what is different.

There were many that we couldn’t tell just by looking at them what their disability was, or maybe it was internal, and not visible.

And there was a certain bit of discomfort in taking their photos.  Do they feel the same discomfort, I wonder?  I see the quick glances and averted looks from the onlookers, not wanting to make eye contact.

I wonder what they think, when they see us, the public, looking and studying them?

And I ask myself too, if I would be as brave, to sit or stand there and have other people look at me to see what makes me different from others.