I came across a strange artifact yesterday while I was cleaning a few surfaces in my home studio/office. It’s a strange plastic jar with a hole in the hinged lid. And it’s filled with socks waiting to be darned.
This week’s Top Ten Tuesday is a Hallowe’en Freebie! I invite you to take a look at my photos of Hallowe’en Pumpkins past.
I spend a lot of time in search of the perfect yarn for the perfect pair of socks. This year’s Christmas Socks need to be extra soft.
I woke up Friday morning to large white fluffy flakes falling outside my window. After a few bleary-eyed blinks to ensure I wasn’t hallucinating, I reached for the camera. I was aware that snow was coming, just not a day early. Perfect day to curl up in my office and work on the Phoenix blanket.
There are times when I find myself in that very odd situation where my perceived knowledge on a subject far outweighs my actual experience. You know the feeling, right? You’re merrily knitting away on a vanilla sock while your World of Warcraft character is taking the fifteen-minute flight between Undercity and Iron Summit when another crafty friend sends you a panicked message asking how to interpret a particularly tricky section of lace in the shawl they’re knitting.
I am the daughter of a long-time nail-chewer, and took up the habit myself when I was very young. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when the other girls my age started wearing nail polish. It was the 1980’s, and bright colours were a huge deal. The other girls had really nice manicures, even if they were DIY jobs. I had ragged, bitten nails. When I wore nail polish, it flaked off within minutes, let alone hours, and almost always looked awful.
A couple of posts back, I mentioned that I was learning to crochet as a learning tool. This might seem odd since I’ve posted a lot about my somewhat manageable yarn obsession.
If you, like me, are a 40-something who plays with brightly-coloured string, you might remember the Red Heart of the past. Acrylic yarn so rough it made the scrubber side of a kitchen sponge feel like silk.
I found myself a little behind on Christmas knitting time last year. After finishing my traditional socks and a couple of extras, the last item on my list was still outstanding: a hat for Dad. Dad had been hinting about a hat for over 2 years. I had knit stranded hats for my niece and […]
Happy Samhain! We celebrated this year with three pumpkins: a real pumpkin carved with a black cat that sat on our porch, and two faux pumpkins for inside the house. The two faux pumpkins are, of course, Edgar Allen Poe and Vincent Price. All patterns, if I recall, were purchased from my favourite pumpkin pattern […]