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Desperately Seeking My Mojo, Sort Of

Somewhere in the last few weeks, I’ve lost my knitting mojo. This has not happened to me in years. Like probably lots of years. But I haven’t picked up my needles for a week and I can’t seem to find the mojo to get motivated to finish the projects I have patiently waiting for me.

I would be worried if this hadn’t happened before. It used to be that I would knit from September to about the end of May and then pack it all up, garden, play and enjoy the long summer days that are a Seattle staple. I mean it gets light at about 4:00 in the morning and isn’t dark ’til nearly 10. You can just live outside in the sunlight–when the clouds and rain don’t obscure it, but that is a subject for another blog. But this summer knitting malaise hasn’t hit in years so I am sort of at a loss as to why it has hit–and I’d be in a tizzy over it if I could work up a real tizzy over missing it.

But I can’t, ’cause that is what happens when you lose your mojo.

If anyone doubts that I’ve really lost it, consider this: I went to New York–which has some of the best yarn shops in the world and didn’t set foot in one of them. I even walked past the doorway of a shop that I’ve always wanted to go see. Walked. Right. Past. Come September, I’ll kick myself over this, but right now? Not so much.

That doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to do with my spare time–I’ve been picking berries, making jam, tending my flowers, going to the beach with the kids, and of course, writing when I can find a spare moment or a babysitter. The husband has a remodeling project that he’s getting amped up to do, and there is a family reunion on the horizon. Though none of those things offer that end of the day bit of zen that knitting gives, so I can feel the tug, just not enough to compel me to pick up the needles. Besides, there are robins outside calling and a sunset to watch, so I just find a different sort of occupation for that end of the day silent sorting out that a few rows of knit and purl can provide.

And I have to suspect that I am not alone in my summer-interruptus.

So I have to ask, does anyone else have something they love dearly, a daily practice, that sort of fades to the back of the closet come summer?

2 comments to “Desperately Seeking My Mojo, Sort Of”

  1. Cynthia
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      · July 9th, 2011 at 1:25 am · Link

    I enjoy sewing and during the summer I lose the mojo. It tends to come back when the Pacific Northwest rains hit (I live in the Portland metro area). When the weather is warm and I see the yellow orb in the sky – I am aware of the sun’s fleeting appearance and the scant summer warmth and forget about sewing.

    It seems like we have barely gotten a summer here this year and already it like summer is slipping away.



    • Elizabeth
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        · July 9th, 2011 at 3:17 pm · Link

      Agreed! But oh, what a lovely summer it is when the sun comes out.







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