Thursday, September 2, 2010
I’m off on Craft Camp this weekend and have instigated a No New Projects Policy. Which simply translates to a need to start as many projects as possible before I leave.
Kate, Queen of the Crocheted Trim, is letting me babysit that treasure, above, for a few weeks. But I haven’t started on any trim things yet, because my permanently-scantily-clad-in-the-middle-of-freezing-winter kid, said she’d like to wear a cardigan. A pink and purple cardigan. Then I spotted Kate’s knitted ‘Olearia’ and then I was in Wondoflex buying pink AND purple all-at-the-same-time yarn. Lately I’m grateful for any sort of planetary alignment, so I’m not even complaining about the small but audible ‘squeak’ the acrylic bit of the yarn makes as I knit. Though I suspect it’s making me... tense.
This is a sultry shot of squeaky yarn in action and one of my snazzy stitch markers.
The ladies at Wondoflex think I am a nutter. First I was in their shop negotiating all-at-the-same-time pink and purple wool/acrylic stuff, then making strange, excited yelps, when I spotted the rug making stuff. There were only raised eyebrows and an ‘Have you heard of latch hook?’ response to my french knotted rug notion. The following day, I’m back again to buy a different shade of red, except they don’t have it, so I buy the same red, remarking to the raised eyebrow that “I’ll just sort of swish it around in some dye stuff for a little minute”.
So I did half swish my first dye job in half a package of dark brown stuff for a little minute. Or twenty little minutes. Twice. And except for the bit about the wool doing it’s felty, fuzzy thing in the scaldingly hot water, it almost, mostly, worked.
Oh, and if you’re worried about the destiny of Dead Fly, I’m on the case. I’ve been collecting Dead Mozzie reference images. You’ll note that I spared you the pics that come with squished blood splatter.
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