I tend to leave projects all over the house, in various states of progress.
Dining room floors are super convenient for drying newly felted wool.
This is what happens when a lamb’s wool sweater pays a visit to the washing machine and dryer. It’s fine. No, really. I was never a fan of beige turtlenecks anyway. ::sob::
I stepped on the project at least twice before deciding it was time to move it.
To the living room floor instead. I’ve got big plans to move them into the finished pile sometime in the next year. Progress takes time. Don’t want to pull a muscle or anything.
Is this a thing? Do other people slowly migrate unfinished projects around the house? This must be a thing. Please tell me this is a thing.
When I make a project, I like to imbue it with personality. Any ol’ beginner knit scarf becomes so much more when you pour buckets of love into each stitch. And a plain grey pencil pouch holds more than just pencils when it speaks to a special bond between two people (and their love for one very specific trilogy of movies). Continue reading
After several days of noticing my tendency to match my yarn of the day to my outfit of the day, I decided to create posts dedicated to each discovery of this anomaly. Can it be called an anomaly if it happens often? On to the good bits.
Welcome to: Little Miss Matched.
It’s okay. You can laugh.
Little Miss Matched struck again this afternoon while I was sitting at my favorite lunch spot, making crafts and munching lunch. Today’s color combination reminded me of a punchy color scheme you could wear to stand out in a crowd.
Imagine: light gray knit socks with geometric shapes in colors of neon pink and blue. Kapow! Look at me world! Ya can’t stop me from sashaying down the street today!
You get the idea.
Oh, this also happened.
Guess who spent five minutes watching this tiny snail make his way across a tiny blade of grass. I especially like how the dandelion behind the snail is shriveling up in fear as if to say: Oh no! Don’t eat me next!
What would you make with these vibrant colors?
I love noticing things around me that normally go unseen. This morning it was this arrangement of freshly made headbands…
One of these things is not like the other.
…that reminded me of this cute card that I received earlier this year.
Wise words from a young kid.
Where do you find inspiration?
Are you ready for the story of my first-ever knitting project? Let’s go back in time to 2006.
[insert time travel music and hand signals here. deedle-ooh, deedle-ooh, deedle-ooh.]
It all started in a small Northern California town known for its almonds. Or, as Californians like to say: ah-mands. You learn something new everyday.
We were having a typical California Central Valley winter (read: rainy). Almond town is just south of the Sierra Nevada mountain range where high snowfall is common. To cope with vast amounts of time spent indoors, I decided to pick up a new hobby: knitting.
For several days I had been intently watching a friend of mine take variegated pastel yarn and magically morph it into a blanket. There is something intensely mesmerizing about watching someone wiggle two sticks in the air while wrapping yarn around, and around, and around, creating an object seemingly from thin air. At least I thought so.
After awkwardly lingering and making non-committal conversation about her project for a few minutes, I decided that I just had to ask her to show me how to knit. Much to my relief, she said yes. Our conversation went a little something like this:
Knitting Master: Do you have needles or yarn?
Me: Uh, nope.
Knitting Master: Go get needles and whatever yarn you want. Only then, young padawan, will you be ready to learn.
I am exaggerating here, but you get the idea. Knitting Master (hereafter KM) essentially told me to buy whatever I wanted, right? She must have had confidence in my ability to do so. And if she thought I could, I definitely could.
Friday = jaunt in the woods at lunch day.
My office is conveniently situated on the bank of the Stroudwater River in Portland. This also happens to be the home to one of the many trailheads for Portland Trails, our local land trust. Lucky for me, and the handful of other businesses here, there are plenty of opportunities to escape from indoor office life to gaze at wildlife and trees instead.
The bearded fellow and I often meet here for lunch as his office is right across the street from mine. Most days I can be found with both lunch and craft projects in my hands. Recently I noticed a very interesting trend developing.