The Why to My Knitting

People are bound to ask me why I knit. And I am bound to answer.

It is fun! It passes the time! It gives me carpal tunnel!

They ask, I answer. Easy cheesy. And yet, sometimes, when I am frogging an entire row of tricky cables or painstakingly reviewing overly complicated Fair Isle charts, I begin to question myself, as if I am not so sure of the answer: why do I knit?

And then, as I begin that seemingly impossible lace section (for the third time), or block a sweater whose arms are two inches too short (I knew that would happen), I remind myself of the why: it is fun. It does pass the time. And, yes, it does give me carpal tunnel.

But it gives me something else, too. Something simple, and yet, not simple enough to explain. Something I get, a feeling, in exchange for the time, effort and (let’s be honest here) blood and tears, that I put in.

If you knit (crochet, stitch or felt), you get it, too (even if you cannot explain it either).

It is the image of the bearded fellow wrapped like a mummy with the second scarf I ever made him, topped with the first hat I designed myself, surrounded by hurricane force winds in the first blizzard of winter.

Blizzard Juno hits Portland Maine, and the bearded fellow is ready with warm woolen knits.

It is the smile of absolute elation on my brother’s face as he opens his Christmas gift, not expecting what the seemingly innocuous package had in store, and dons the fluffy dwarf beard with as much pride as I could have ever hoped for.

No hair will go unbraided on this viking dwarf helmet set.

It is learning how to crochet doilies, and then hearing from my grandmother for the first time that her mother, too, crocheted doilies.

Vintage handcrafted doilies from times gone by make their way into popular crafting today

Do you see what I mean?  There is a reason why I knit. A real reason, many reasons, in fact, why I knit. Why we all knit. Even if it is easier to feel than it is to describe, it is there.

Knitting Meme Cross-stitch

She Gets Me

I have oodles of cousins. More than I can count on two hands. Plus most of my toes. Out of the multitude of cousins there is one who has always felt like more of a best friend. She was born in August, me in December. Our slightly dichotomous personalities are perfectly complementary to each other. She is a skateboarder, I would probably fall on my face. She creates impeccable embroidery stitches by hand, I knit and crochet. We fit. It works. Continue reading

Balsam Fir Pillows Outside

Smells Like Maine

You might be asking yourself why I am showing you a picture of a box full of…tree.

Remains of Balsam Fir TreeWell, this box holds the Christmas tree that the bearded fellow and I chopped down at a sustainable tree farm near Portland last year. Now you are probably asking yourself why we decided to keep our tree stored, in a box, chopped to bits, for six months, all alone. Continue reading

Portland Maine from the air

Coast to Coast

Flip Coast Creations was inspired by my move (just over four years ago) from my home state of California to the Pine Tree State: Maine. Yesterday the bearded fellow and I returned from a refreshing visit to see our families in California. Traveling 3,000 miles across the country, twice, gave me plenty of time for reflection and I learned a few things worthy of a share:

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Various Colors of Cotton Yarn

California Dreaming

The bearded fellow and I are flying out of Portland tonight for an overdue visit home to California. I dutifully packed my bag last night with everything I needed to transition from Maine late spring weather to California summer weather. Aside from cramming as much as possible into my bag, there was one thing that made packing a lengthy process.

The endless debate of how much yarn I should actually bring with me.

There are current projects: upcycled cotton sweater yarn to make this adorable pattern, bright pink for a summer scarf gift, and an airy variegated option for a lace shawl.


There is also yarn for future projects (if I somehow magically happen to finish all the above projects in one week and need something else to keep me busy). Cotton in three colors for washcloths, face scrubbers, etc.

I mean, I should just bring them all, right?  Who knows what may happen. I could be stuck in traffic (it is California after all), bored in a long line at the store, or inside due to rain.

In the end I decided to pack most of the yarn. Three projects for the plane ride and the orange cotton in my packed bag. If you look closely, you can see the cotton yarn showing through the bag’s material on the left. If this gets any worse, I may decide not to pack any socks. To save space. For yarn. Lots more yarn.


Pleasant Mountain Summit

Mission Cornish: Accomplished

I finally made it to Finding the Puddles in Cornish, Maine to drop off freshly made crafts. Hooray! Four clementine crates full of colorful headbands, washcloths, tissue holders and face scrubbers are ready to greet all who enter the store.

Clementine crates make great craft displays!

Clementine crates make great upcycled display boxes. (And it gets them out of the storage closet.)

Cornish is located in one of my favorite parts of Maine. The bearded fellow and I took advantage of spectacular weather and went to Pleasant Mountain for a day hike.

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Into the Woods

Into the Woods

Friday = jaunt in the woods at lunch day.

Portland Trails Trailhead