and so i've come mostly to completion on the first of the capes, tentatively called either the laurel or the daphne prototype*. i used the same yarn i used for my new leaf afghan, the pale green cotton. i had a fine time modifying the pattern, as it's not one that instinctively works with increases and slight shaping.
this cape project has been one that tests my innovative abilities, especially regarding the numbers of crochet. however, i've found that i do ever so much better with it when i go at it intuitively, instead of sticking with the strict numbers. i understand the math, logically speaking, on paper, but math does better with pencil and paper than it does with hook and yarn.
i'm already working on a second one, with a shell pattern. it's in a pink that's somewhere between fruity and bubblegum, and i'm using the shell pattern in recognition of my influence for that particular piece; aphrodite.
this project is so fun because i'm playing with ideas that i've loved for a long time, and combining them with something new to me. i haven't made a lot of garments beyond very basic shawls- and there's nothing wrong with those shawls; their simplicity makes them really beautiful and wearable to me. however, cape, just the concept is ever so much cooler. i fear that when people see "shawl" they immediately think that it's for one specific age group, and i don't think that's the case at all. i hate for style to be pigeonholed to any particular decade or time of a person's life (besides onesies, of course) . but the theoretical influence is totally mythology and literature-based. the same woman, my great grandmother, who taught me to crochet at the very beginning also incubated in me an appreciation for old stories; poetry and histories. she was a devotee of the tragic story of the love life of henry the VIII- more tragic for his wives than him, i suppose. she was firmly in anne boelyn's corner; i have to wonder what book in her youth in the nineteen-teens inspired her love for that story. she made certain that i read her old copy of robert louis stevenson's a child's book of verse frequently, and i've still got most of "twas the night before christmas" memorized due to our recitations. that passion ignited, someone, a particular aunt i think, gave me d'auliare's book of greek myths. i read it so often that the spine is a faint memory, and it was one of the books i never marked my place in by turning down the corner of the page. (no, it had a special bookmark, as i remember, a lovely piece of embroidered ribbon with a shiny brass unicorn at the top). it went on many a road trip with me, despite its large size, and the illustrations weren't michael hague or kinuko craft, but they still filled my head with ideas about sturdy, larger than life gods and the mortals under their influences.
so the first cape, with the leafy pattern is tenatively either laurel or daphne. daphne was the daughter of a river god, fated to never fall in love (cursed by a lead tipped arrow of eros', perhaps) and though the beautiful god apollo loved her and pursued her, she was determined never to wed. at one point, apollo's pursuit of her was an acutal chase on foot and when she reached the banks of her father river, she implored him to save her. having little power in comparison to apollo, daphne's father was able to help her, but at the price of losing his daughter. her toes sunk into his sandy banks, her arms reached out as branches and her hair turned into the flickering leaves of the laurel tree. from then on, the laurel has been sacred to apollo, and is the crown of leaves with which victors were honored in ancient games of skill, might, or intellect.
this was an interesting story on which to meditate while crafting the piece, and i anticipate finding the buttons that will truly finish the cape.
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2009/04/20
2009/02/01
the things i love that hurt my hands
perhaps, hurt is too perjorative a word. perhaps a more neutral statement might be "things i enjoy that are rough on my hands."
i could never be a hand model, never ever, not even for a million bajillion dollars. okay, we'll if that's per year, then i could do it for a year, as i foresee that though my fiber budget may increase and i may once again someday buy lots of books, a million bajillion dollars would probably see me through the rest of my life. but it would be a tough year.
hand models, from what i've read, wear gloves all the times, never holding hands. cuticles are a professional obsession, and you know those girls who cry when they break a nail? they look like disney starlettes next to someone that pictures of whose nails put the butter on the bread and the bread on the table.
for a whole year.
i would not be able to cook. just look at these mitts, will ya? they are burnt up. perpetually. i have pink and purple things in various stages of age. these aren't major burns, just the little burns that happen when you cook, a lot and do things like touch things that are hot, or have hot things touch you. it happens. also, from all those years ago (nine?!?), i still have waitress hands. have you ever gone to a restauant and been handed a plate from a person who hands it to you bare handed, saying, careful this plate's hot? and you touch it and it is? that's waitress hands. i also put jar lids on waay too tight.
so. no cooking for a year. perhaps i could make a lot of salads? but no knives, as little cuts kind of happen too sometimes. i would have to depend on some wretched such contraption such as a shooter of salad, but someone else has to wash it. no washing of things, i'd have to avoid dishpan hands- my hands would be the poster hands for the antidishpan hands movement.
as a side note, i'm sorry, but no housewife knows dishpan hands like a restaurant dishwasher, particularly a latin-american pater familias (two of whose sons also work in the kitchen) who probably washes dishes at two restaurants. i've seen the cracked bleeding skin between the fingers and known they didn't have health insurance or paid days off.
computers are probably also really bad for the fingers. i can type quickly, thanks to having been taught in like first grade. typing was pretty much all a primary school kid could do on those gorilla green screens and they gave it us with a vengance. i pay so little attention to the mechanical movements of my fingers that i freak my husband out by staring out the window while i'm typing. for some reason people find that rather disconcerting, but i think that's hilarious because they don't know if i'm writing anything that makes sense, or if my fingers have all jumped one over and i'm writing more like domryhik yiul yjod. and quite frankly neither do i, until i look back and check. so lots of repetitive stress on the hands with little attention paid, so i should probably cut back on that.
then there's the fiber arts. let's not joke. i'm worried that sleeping every night with icy hot on my hands after i'm done working at night could cause some long-term health issues. i'm dead set on finding a non-petroleum based product- something beeswaxy perhaps?
i work a lot. when something's your passion and you make it available to the public, it becomes like an addiction. i can't watch a movie without my hands wanting to be busy, they feel twitchy and anxious. some people have "restless leg syndrome" i think the same of my hands. they don't like to stop.
i think also they want to be strong. i have a dear friend who is a jewelry designer, worker with stones and wire and silk. and thick wire. she rubbed my hands once and i was amazed, this strength coming from these slender little hands, from this physically small person/thin and bright strand of energy. i was afraid, actually at one point for my hands so subdued by hers. would my hands panic? would i cry? (the worry of the eternal 8 year old.)
point being, i want my hands to be like that. my great-grandmother's hands must have been like that, though it's so long i don't really remember the strength qualities of her hands. i remember though the flat spots on her fingertips, yet how soft the pads of her fingers were. they were compact, tending towards broadness versus length. i can wear her wedding ring, so our hands must be similar. which gives me hope.
an update on the noro niji:
i'm fighting with myself to finish this project and not just run to the yarn shop and get more. my brain is trying to devise a series of items using this yarn. the texture and color combine incredibly- though i spent most of yesterday trying to figure out just how i wanted to use it. i ended up on choosing a granny type square, which is something i've not done much of. of course i had to make my own variation, which will be available for view sometime today or tomorrow!
oh and the kureyon purse needs more felting. i forgot how stubborn that yarn can be to felt.
i could never be a hand model, never ever, not even for a million bajillion dollars. okay, we'll if that's per year, then i could do it for a year, as i foresee that though my fiber budget may increase and i may once again someday buy lots of books, a million bajillion dollars would probably see me through the rest of my life. but it would be a tough year.
hand models, from what i've read, wear gloves all the times, never holding hands. cuticles are a professional obsession, and you know those girls who cry when they break a nail? they look like disney starlettes next to someone that pictures of whose nails put the butter on the bread and the bread on the table.
for a whole year.
i would not be able to cook. just look at these mitts, will ya? they are burnt up. perpetually. i have pink and purple things in various stages of age. these aren't major burns, just the little burns that happen when you cook, a lot and do things like touch things that are hot, or have hot things touch you. it happens. also, from all those years ago (nine?!?), i still have waitress hands. have you ever gone to a restauant and been handed a plate from a person who hands it to you bare handed, saying, careful this plate's hot? and you touch it and it is? that's waitress hands. i also put jar lids on waay too tight.
so. no cooking for a year. perhaps i could make a lot of salads? but no knives, as little cuts kind of happen too sometimes. i would have to depend on some wretched such contraption such as a shooter of salad, but someone else has to wash it. no washing of things, i'd have to avoid dishpan hands- my hands would be the poster hands for the antidishpan hands movement.
as a side note, i'm sorry, but no housewife knows dishpan hands like a restaurant dishwasher, particularly a latin-american pater familias (two of whose sons also work in the kitchen) who probably washes dishes at two restaurants. i've seen the cracked bleeding skin between the fingers and known they didn't have health insurance or paid days off.
computers are probably also really bad for the fingers. i can type quickly, thanks to having been taught in like first grade. typing was pretty much all a primary school kid could do on those gorilla green screens and they gave it us with a vengance. i pay so little attention to the mechanical movements of my fingers that i freak my husband out by staring out the window while i'm typing. for some reason people find that rather disconcerting, but i think that's hilarious because they don't know if i'm writing anything that makes sense, or if my fingers have all jumped one over and i'm writing more like domryhik yiul yjod. and quite frankly neither do i, until i look back and check. so lots of repetitive stress on the hands with little attention paid, so i should probably cut back on that.
then there's the fiber arts. let's not joke. i'm worried that sleeping every night with icy hot on my hands after i'm done working at night could cause some long-term health issues. i'm dead set on finding a non-petroleum based product- something beeswaxy perhaps?
i work a lot. when something's your passion and you make it available to the public, it becomes like an addiction. i can't watch a movie without my hands wanting to be busy, they feel twitchy and anxious. some people have "restless leg syndrome" i think the same of my hands. they don't like to stop.
i think also they want to be strong. i have a dear friend who is a jewelry designer, worker with stones and wire and silk. and thick wire. she rubbed my hands once and i was amazed, this strength coming from these slender little hands, from this physically small person/thin and bright strand of energy. i was afraid, actually at one point for my hands so subdued by hers. would my hands panic? would i cry? (the worry of the eternal 8 year old.)
point being, i want my hands to be like that. my great-grandmother's hands must have been like that, though it's so long i don't really remember the strength qualities of her hands. i remember though the flat spots on her fingertips, yet how soft the pads of her fingers were. they were compact, tending towards broadness versus length. i can wear her wedding ring, so our hands must be similar. which gives me hope.
an update on the noro niji:
i'm fighting with myself to finish this project and not just run to the yarn shop and get more. my brain is trying to devise a series of items using this yarn. the texture and color combine incredibly- though i spent most of yesterday trying to figure out just how i wanted to use it. i ended up on choosing a granny type square, which is something i've not done much of. of course i had to make my own variation, which will be available for view sometime today or tomorrow!
oh and the kureyon purse needs more felting. i forgot how stubborn that yarn can be to felt.
2009/01/31
thoughts on progress, yarns
projects set calmly aside in annoyance:
1
by 9:30 this a.m.
but let's not go there.
let's go instead to the ball of louet's "clyde" sitting on my shelf, twinkling at me. got it in vancouver at stitchcraft- i agree with whomever said it's near impossible to go into a yarn shop without buying something, especially a new one or one you'll only be visiting once. (i have vacation sprees at fantastic fibers every time i go to alaska, and hit up nancy's knits pretty hardcore in houston- though julia took me into one that was also pretty cool in the heights.)
so. this stuff. boucle. wool with 5% silk, boucle. i approach this yarn with trepidation and limited expectations, as i've never felted a blend with silk in it before.
wait, scratch that, i've used plymouth boku, which gets really soft but is difficult in my experience to felt. let me google that for you: oh no. it's the same silk content. rats.
(oh and folks, let's quit comparing boku and nuro's kureyon. i have a girl-crush on noro, and my thoughts on another noro yarn follow shortly. to compare the two might lead someone to believe that noro is thin, which it's not. i spent some time last summer working with both at the same time and the boku is thinner. it doesn't have the sometimes psychotically wild color variations, though it has some very pleasing ones- i'm thinking fondly of a boku that reminded me of watermelon tourmaline (do yourself a favor and open that link in another tab- it's pretty there! nice work karengilbertdesigns!) okay. so boku's good, and i have an admitted bias towards noro kureyon (which is also all wool, no silk) but they're not interchangeable. nor really comparable- apples and oranges.
additionally, i have a poor track record with boucle yarns. i can't stand the lack of stitch definition (which i'm thinking will be good for felting) and dislike how difficult it makes counting. i'm too detail oriented - the devil on my shoulder says "too anal" for boucle. i made a small pouch with it and we'll see how it felts before moving forward.
so. lastly we come to the noro. it's the noro niji. fiber wise, it's almost the same as blossom, only with less nylon- which i would imagine contributes the core thread (correct me, spinners?) and the really flashy bits of color in blossom. niji is still 5% nylon, which does not excite me about yarn, but as established, i'm a sucker for noro. i snagged color 86, which to me means golds violet, a little green and a dark pink peeking at me on one skein beneath strands of the turquiose i'm crazy about right now. three skeins, and they're all saying something slightly different.
moving through the skeins- they're soft. they're fuzzy. they are all in agreement on the point "spring scarf."
i was attracted by an etsy forum thread on the topic the other day. and i see a piece that's flexible enough to wear day afternoon night. how some lifestyle-y/fashion-y spread would say something about wearing it with a "blouse and khakis or cute boot cut jeans to meet mom for brunch then transition to with a sweater while walking your golden retriever, then over your shoulders with a little cardigan over a dress over tights for a date with a hunk." or something.
but cyndi lauper's "time after time" on my internet radio and the yarn appears to be giving me meaningful looks. more as it comes.
the stats:
louet "clyde" labeled by stitchcraft as "green summer" color 06, lot 17642
chunky wt/bulky 5
95% wool, 5% silk
boucle 50 g/82 yds
noro niji, color 86 lot a
i'm not sure about weight. it's fluffy like a boucle, but not as dense as the louet clyde. comparable to noro's blossom
45% wool, 25% kid mohair, 25% silk, 5% nylon
1
by 9:30 this a.m.
but let's not go there.
let's go instead to the ball of louet's "clyde" sitting on my shelf, twinkling at me. got it in vancouver at stitchcraft- i agree with whomever said it's near impossible to go into a yarn shop without buying something, especially a new one or one you'll only be visiting once. (i have vacation sprees at fantastic fibers every time i go to alaska, and hit up nancy's knits pretty hardcore in houston- though julia took me into one that was also pretty cool in the heights.)
so. this stuff. boucle. wool with 5% silk, boucle. i approach this yarn with trepidation and limited expectations, as i've never felted a blend with silk in it before.
wait, scratch that, i've used plymouth boku, which gets really soft but is difficult in my experience to felt. let me google that for you: oh no. it's the same silk content. rats.
(oh and folks, let's quit comparing boku and nuro's kureyon. i have a girl-crush on noro, and my thoughts on another noro yarn follow shortly. to compare the two might lead someone to believe that noro is thin, which it's not. i spent some time last summer working with both at the same time and the boku is thinner. it doesn't have the sometimes psychotically wild color variations, though it has some very pleasing ones- i'm thinking fondly of a boku that reminded me of watermelon tourmaline (do yourself a favor and open that link in another tab- it's pretty there! nice work karengilbertdesigns!) okay. so boku's good, and i have an admitted bias towards noro kureyon (which is also all wool, no silk) but they're not interchangeable. nor really comparable- apples and oranges.
additionally, i have a poor track record with boucle yarns. i can't stand the lack of stitch definition (which i'm thinking will be good for felting) and dislike how difficult it makes counting. i'm too detail oriented - the devil on my shoulder says "too anal" for boucle. i made a small pouch with it and we'll see how it felts before moving forward.
so. lastly we come to the noro. it's the noro niji. fiber wise, it's almost the same as blossom, only with less nylon- which i would imagine contributes the core thread (correct me, spinners?) and the really flashy bits of color in blossom. niji is still 5% nylon, which does not excite me about yarn, but as established, i'm a sucker for noro. i snagged color 86, which to me means golds violet, a little green and a dark pink peeking at me on one skein beneath strands of the turquiose i'm crazy about right now. three skeins, and they're all saying something slightly different.
moving through the skeins- they're soft. they're fuzzy. they are all in agreement on the point "spring scarf."
i was attracted by an etsy forum thread on the topic the other day. and i see a piece that's flexible enough to wear day afternoon night. how some lifestyle-y/fashion-y spread would say something about wearing it with a "blouse and khakis or cute boot cut jeans to meet mom for brunch then transition to with a sweater while walking your golden retriever, then over your shoulders with a little cardigan over a dress over tights for a date with a hunk." or something.
but cyndi lauper's "time after time" on my internet radio and the yarn appears to be giving me meaningful looks. more as it comes.
the stats:
louet "clyde" labeled by stitchcraft as "green summer" color 06, lot 17642
chunky wt/bulky 5
95% wool, 5% silk
boucle 50 g/82 yds
noro niji, color 86 lot a
i'm not sure about weight. it's fluffy like a boucle, but not as dense as the louet clyde. comparable to noro's blossom
45% wool, 25% kid mohair, 25% silk, 5% nylon
2009/01/30
purses, out and about announcement
i feel knee deep in bags at the moment. i did finish the new kureyon one last night, it's gorgeous and i can't wait to see how it felts up. i honestly can't wait until i figure out a closure for it.
the purse i was working on prior to this mad little fling with japanese wool upset me a little today. i'm using my big long hook- a crazy magenta aluminum one (reminds me of my great-grandmother's aluminum cups that always made water taste colder in the summer time. i digress) to do what is alternately known as tunisian crochet, afghan stitch, railroad knitting, hook knitting and who knows what-all else. it seems similar to knitting, but a hook at the end of the solo stick that's used. and the little stopper, whereupon the size and manufacturer of the hook are embellished, well, it clicks. i love the sound of it.
but this bugabear is woven, i use two colors at a time and am still fascinated by felting it. i did one of my first felted bags for my mom (an unfortunate choice of craft store-available wool- too bad it wasn't patons) in this tunisian/afghan technique, and i want to improve it.
i've got some better wool this time, in these colors that make me think, for some reason, chocolate truffles. one is a faded reddish pink that for all the world looks to me like some strawberry cream inside a truffle, a chocolate brown of course, a pretty wheat gold blonde color that looks like faintly caramelized sugar and a soft green that makes me think of matcha powder and this wasabi filling i had in a truffle over the winter holidays this year. (that truffle was an unfortunate disappointment, i fear, being crafted of white chocolate, which fails my chocolate test. the test? q.1. does it have chocolate in it? answer re: white chocolate is NO therefore it is dismissed from further consideration. once again, i digress.)
so the truffle bag has come along, and is still coming when i notice there's something off about the shape. i dutifully count stitches (made easy as each row has a contrasting color post running across it vertically) and determine yes, at some point (half the bag's progress up to now, a stinking like 8 inches!) i did indeed drop a stitch. curses. blue smoke comes from my mouth and foul thoughts cloud my brain. i undid it, then took a walk. it was the only solution.
fortified, however, by a delicious weekend night breakfast at supper (whole wheat garlic cheese biscuits, eggs cooked up with anaheim chili and caramelized onion supplemented by some fantastic roasted russet potatoes) i am feeling more optimistic.
ADDITIONALLY:
an out an about announcement that pertains to this tuesday, february 2.
hillsboro, OR just to the NW of portland (accessible via max as well) First Tuesday ArtWalk (forgive as the link's a little outdated).
this isn't a walkathon or anything that requires pledges, as instead, downtown business owners host artists (like me!) in their spaces and we all hang out for some art, and supposedly a little wine and chatting. it's free and i'll be at Styledbaby Designs, at 230 E main street.
the new purses should be there, as will be several bangles and a few other things that aren't even in the shop yet.
SUPPORT LOCAL ART!
the purse i was working on prior to this mad little fling with japanese wool upset me a little today. i'm using my big long hook- a crazy magenta aluminum one (reminds me of my great-grandmother's aluminum cups that always made water taste colder in the summer time. i digress) to do what is alternately known as tunisian crochet, afghan stitch, railroad knitting, hook knitting and who knows what-all else. it seems similar to knitting, but a hook at the end of the solo stick that's used. and the little stopper, whereupon the size and manufacturer of the hook are embellished, well, it clicks. i love the sound of it.
but this bugabear is woven, i use two colors at a time and am still fascinated by felting it. i did one of my first felted bags for my mom (an unfortunate choice of craft store-available wool- too bad it wasn't patons) in this tunisian/afghan technique, and i want to improve it.
i've got some better wool this time, in these colors that make me think, for some reason, chocolate truffles. one is a faded reddish pink that for all the world looks to me like some strawberry cream inside a truffle, a chocolate brown of course, a pretty wheat gold blonde color that looks like faintly caramelized sugar and a soft green that makes me think of matcha powder and this wasabi filling i had in a truffle over the winter holidays this year. (that truffle was an unfortunate disappointment, i fear, being crafted of white chocolate, which fails my chocolate test. the test? q.1. does it have chocolate in it? answer re: white chocolate is NO therefore it is dismissed from further consideration. once again, i digress.)
so the truffle bag has come along, and is still coming when i notice there's something off about the shape. i dutifully count stitches (made easy as each row has a contrasting color post running across it vertically) and determine yes, at some point (half the bag's progress up to now, a stinking like 8 inches!) i did indeed drop a stitch. curses. blue smoke comes from my mouth and foul thoughts cloud my brain. i undid it, then took a walk. it was the only solution.
fortified, however, by a delicious weekend night breakfast at supper (whole wheat garlic cheese biscuits, eggs cooked up with anaheim chili and caramelized onion supplemented by some fantastic roasted russet potatoes) i am feeling more optimistic.
ADDITIONALLY:
an out an about announcement that pertains to this tuesday, february 2.
hillsboro, OR just to the NW of portland (accessible via max as well) First Tuesday ArtWalk (forgive as the link's a little outdated).
this isn't a walkathon or anything that requires pledges, as instead, downtown business owners host artists (like me!) in their spaces and we all hang out for some art, and supposedly a little wine and chatting. it's free and i'll be at Styledbaby Designs, at 230 E main street.
the new purses should be there, as will be several bangles and a few other things that aren't even in the shop yet.
SUPPORT LOCAL ART!
2009/01/29
goals
goals today:
would it be too much to ask of myself that i manage to finish this purse (loving it already)
-ended up using the k hook, i'm just used to that one right now.
to me the purse looks big though. i keep having to remind myself that i wanted to be bigger than my old one. i find small bags useful, and they compel me to travel a little lighter, but some people want some room in their purse. and trying to figure out the pocket idea, because a lot of people seem to prefer pockets/dividers, etc, in their bags.
another issue that's different from my perspective- i don't mind no pockets because i put stuff in pockets and go through them rarely. i am personally more disciplined about keeping my bag clutter-free when i know i have to reach through it for my keys. and i never designate a "key pocket" in bags with several pockets (beloved, well traveled green satchel, i'm looking at you dear) so i always dig for keys anyway.
so. that's part of the creative process there, these rationalizations/problem solvings.
the colors are excellent- there's a teal color that i like, some nice navy warm type blues and plummy purples. but all muted, as opposed to the completely wild kureyon i was eyeing yesterday- i'm going back to get it when it's a little closer to spring.
oh, the other goals?
right.
determine if a late winter/early spring carrot plant is a reasonable idea or not.
(i'm no expert gardener, but learning eagerly.)
grocery store. which would be less thrilling but as we're going to have bean taco salad for dinner tonight, i'm a little stoked.
it's the small things, people.
update pictures on the new bag to come.
would it be too much to ask of myself that i manage to finish this purse (loving it already)
-ended up using the k hook, i'm just used to that one right now.
to me the purse looks big though. i keep having to remind myself that i wanted to be bigger than my old one. i find small bags useful, and they compel me to travel a little lighter, but some people want some room in their purse. and trying to figure out the pocket idea, because a lot of people seem to prefer pockets/dividers, etc, in their bags.
another issue that's different from my perspective- i don't mind no pockets because i put stuff in pockets and go through them rarely. i am personally more disciplined about keeping my bag clutter-free when i know i have to reach through it for my keys. and i never designate a "key pocket" in bags with several pockets (beloved, well traveled green satchel, i'm looking at you dear) so i always dig for keys anyway.
so. that's part of the creative process there, these rationalizations/problem solvings.
the colors are excellent- there's a teal color that i like, some nice navy warm type blues and plummy purples. but all muted, as opposed to the completely wild kureyon i was eyeing yesterday- i'm going back to get it when it's a little closer to spring.
oh, the other goals?
right.
determine if a late winter/early spring carrot plant is a reasonable idea or not.
(i'm no expert gardener, but learning eagerly.)
grocery store. which would be less thrilling but as we're going to have bean taco salad for dinner tonight, i'm a little stoked.
it's the small things, people.
update pictures on the new bag to come.
2009/01/28
a brand new blog
that still requires some tweaking. to what should i/we look forward?
fiberwork, pictures, food, gardening. sundry commentary.
however, of first importance are these three juicy balls of kureyon i got at yarn garden today.
they want me to make them into a purse and then felt it. i ought to comply as it looks like they mean business.
materials:
kureyon in 92 q (i've gotten several q dyelots of kureyon, an odd coincidence.)
i think i'll be going with an l hook
and some lah-di-dah, doot dooty doo.
not that i have any shortage of things to work on or inspiration. or events for which these should be made.
but it will mostly all stop by here first:
www.amyambros.etsy.com
fiberwork, pictures, food, gardening. sundry commentary.
however, of first importance are these three juicy balls of kureyon i got at yarn garden today.
they want me to make them into a purse and then felt it. i ought to comply as it looks like they mean business.
materials:
kureyon in 92 q (i've gotten several q dyelots of kureyon, an odd coincidence.)
i think i'll be going with an l hook
and some lah-di-dah, doot dooty doo.
not that i have any shortage of things to work on or inspiration. or events for which these should be made.
but it will mostly all stop by here first:
www.amyambros.etsy.com
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