Thursday, August 12, 2010
This here scrappy scarf, on the hook for a wee while, has turned out pretty much the way I intended.
Was I channelling some long ago, almost forgotten, childhood bathroom? Is this morning’s dawning realisation correct? IS THIS SCARF IMPERSONATING A BATH MAT?
If this is the case, STOP. ME. NOW. Before I finish it off like this one, weave in a ribbon or two, strips of Liberty...
Stop me now, because I would much prefer knife-to-the-chest, glaring honesty, rather than endure the gifting, the unwrapping, the sharp intake of collective breath as a circle of determinedly non-crafty types bemusedly observe floundering, attempted appreciation. Appreciation for a bath mat befitting a snake.
In hopefully less unfortunate news, there’s stuff happening at the kitchen table, involving stencils and screenprintery and embroidery: basically anything not involving a crochet hook. There is wonderful potential for disaster but I reckon I’ll show it to you at the end, bathed and swathed in disastrous-ness, rather than now, as it teeters on the edge of a possibly-silly-but-let’s-give-it-a-whirl-anyhoo-idea...
For up-to your-eyeballs creative spacery, start right here.
PS. Scrappy scarf notion first spotted here.