What a Difference a Week Makes

To start, I hope this week goes much more smoothly than last week! There was a medical situation here, for one of the smaller members of the household, that thankfully ended with smiles and purrs.

So, last Tuesday Jakey, of the black and white floofy fur, started crying quite plaintively. This was not his normal "Hey! Look at me! Pet me!" kind of meowing, this was "I'm in serious pain, help me" crying. After conferring with my roommate aka Jakey's Mom, I phoned our local vet clinic and we brought him in despite that it was after 5 when we got there.

After a fairly quick examination, the vet told us that Jakey had a blockage in his urinary tract and he was having trouble getting a catheter past it. Thankfully he was able to draw fluid right from Jakey's bladder and there was only a tinge of pink; there wasn't substantial damage and if he could get past the blockage, Jakey would be fine. We left Jakey overnight in hopes that once Jakey relaxed a bit it would be easier to get past the blockage. Jakey despises the outdoors, car rides, and generally anything that involves him leaving the house. He is terrified of wind, birds, shadows of leaves waving in the wind... He could've been named Scooby Purr for the way he over reacts to everything. So we completely understood hoe the little guy was most likely stressed with being brought to the vets.

Wednesday morning, we returned to the vet office to see how Jakey was faring. Unfortunately, the vet was still unable to get a catheter past the blockage. And the blockage was quite extensive, moreso than originally thought. Jakey's only hope was a surgery called an urethrostomy; basically it would create a new place for him to pee from. Fully fearing her floofy boy wouldn't survive, Jakey's Mom agreed to them doing the surgery.

Thankfully, Jakey came through just fine and we were able to bring him home on Friday, with catheter, cone, and stitches in place. The weekend wasn't overly fun for Jakey or me as I got to supervise him and keep him from biting/tugging at the catheter, biting/licking his stitches, and just generally being a major meanie to my darling furry nephew.

We brought Jakey back to the vet  Monday morning and the catheter was removed and they observed him to make sure he was peeing without any pain or straining. When we returned for him in the afternoon, he was all purrs and we were told to keep the cone on to keep him from aggravating his backside, but other than that he was fine. And happily he's pretty much back to his usual happy go purry self.

Now of course, there's a large vet bill for Jakey's excellent care. Jakey's Mom started a Facebook fundraiser, and many people have generously contributed. 

Jakey is very special to me; my late ghirlie Maureen mothered him when he came to us as a scared 10 week old kitten. She washed him, scolded him, and cuddled him. She really taught him to cat. He does so many things that remind me of her. And he's been a constant companion to me since she passed in April of 2018; a bit over a month before her 20th birthday. That floofy, silly boy has been a real lifeline for me. How could I help with his care? A pattern sale, that's how.

All of my patterns are on sale for 25% off using the coupon code: Jakey. Everything outside of the platform and Paypal fees will be transferred to the vet office to help pay down the bill. The sale will stay in place until the bill is completely paid off. I've shared this with my twitter, Instagram, and Facebook page followers, and now with my blog audience. If you've been eyeing a Knit Dance Repeat Designs pattern, here's a chance to save a bit and help out my furry nephew at the same time. The Pattern tab is at the top of your screen. If you're not looking for a pattern but know a friend who might be, pass the sale info along. If you're on Twitter you can retweet my pinned tweet (link in the sidebar); on Instagram, you can share my post with Jakey snoozing under my tan fleece blanket (again, link in the sidebar). I really appreciate all the shares and patterns bought so far. And so does this guy 

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I logged out of Ravelry earlier this evening. I've been one of those crafters that Rav has always been an open browser tab on my smart phone. Until now. I'm taking part in not using Ravelry as "Classic Rav" disappears tomorrow. I believe the dates to avoid are today (March 31st) through April 3rd. Next week I'll only go into my notebook as I continue the work of transferring my photos and notes to my secondary blog, Síle's Notebook (link in the sidebar; it's an interesting crafting journey, and any links only go to off-Rav spaces except for one that I've very clearly marked until I get the linked to page moved over as well).

I'm upset that it has come to this. I really wanted to believe at the beginning that if we let them know that things weren't good, that we were being hurt by the site we loved, that they'd listen and work with us to fix it. I didn't expect the locked threads, the Main 6 bans, the gaslighting, the insistence that we were to blame somehow, that we were lying about what was happening to us. I never dreamed that I'd be exploring other pattern sales platforms last summer. Or that I'd be learning to integrate Payhip with this blog to form my own little hub. I never dreamed I wouldn't be selling on Ravelry, the platform that made it possible for me to start designing in the first place.

But here we are, nine months later and so many, too many, crafters have lost their communities, their safe spaces, their means of self expression. And tomorrow many more will. The past few days on Twitter I've seen an uptick in crafters saying they've deleted their Ravelry accounts. That they've gotten their libraries and project information, stashes and needles/hooks inventories, and said their goodbyes. 

Will it mean anything to TPTB? Sadly, I don't think it will. It's the only option for a lot of people, and I sadly don't believe it will even give them a pause. They've proven by their inaction that they don't care. Don't get me started on that glorified ad of an "article" published a few weeks ago. I've seen large fans for stage productions that blew less hot air than that puff piece of biased rah-rah-rah.

As I've stated before, I won't be closing my Ravelry account. But that's only to keep control of my pattern pages; there are too many editors that like to mess with off-Rav listings, and I'm much too small of a designer to risk having traffic misdirected. Once I complete the work of transferring my notebook, and library contents, I'll be on at most 10-15 minutes a week. A far cry from the literal hours a day I used to be there before last June, or even the 15-20 minutes most days since "Classic Rav" was brought back!

I'm making my peace with this. I don't like it, but I'm making my peace with it. It's not within my control to make the changes that are needed, much as I might wish I could. For my own mind, I have to walk away other than holding onto that bit of control of my pattern pages. My group was marked for deletion months ago, and I haven't posted there since. I've already withdrawn from groups I wasn't active in. When I go in next week, I'll withdraw from the remaining few as well. I didn't think of it when I logged out of Ravelry during the intermission of the hockey game.

I hope you've found a new crafting home on the internet if you've walked away from Ravelry at any point in the last nine months. I think most crafters are community people, but not all communities fit all crafters. I'm lucky in that I've always been a Twitter knitter (I joined Twitter almost 6 months to the day before I joined Ravelry; March 2009 on Twitter, September 2009 on Ravelry), and I've discovered a few Discord channels that I really need to jump back into. I'm not as active over on Instagram as I once was; it's hard to chat there, although it is the best spot for looking at photos of new patterns and yarns. And cats. I'm reading a lot more newsletters lately, which is quite a handy way to keep up with different designers and yarnies.

I think it's going to be very important for all of us fiber crafters to find new "homes" this next while. Something tells me this isn't going to be the last shake up in our little corner of the world; no, I don't have any insider knowledge, it's just a nasty feeling in my gut right now, an uneasiness that gingerale doesn't soothe.

Until next time, I remain yours in yarn and recovering Jakey snuggles,

Síle