Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday night, I finished my tarty cardi. A sleeveless sort-of version of the Tea Leaves. It’s not finished-finished. Not ends-woven in, buttons-sewn-on finished. You know what I’m like at finished-finished.
For the two of you who expressed some concern before Christmas at the in-limbo state of the festive beetle, he is finished. This is a minor miracle because I had a sudden embroidered breakdown (i.e. was overcome by a spontaneous and wanton urge to knit).
Even though I am very much in love with the Cosmo embroidery floss because I had to try very hard for it to split or tangle and the colour range (hundreds of greens!) is pretty spiffy too,
I have not been very in love with the Christmas Beetle. With his wavy unbacked linen, his was a forced finish. I have been pretty much convinced by the resident bug kid that he would make a cool knee patch. I have no doubt that resident bug kid would adore such a knee patch with voracity and vehemence and this, I think, is what matters. Not that hours of stitchery will be crawling through the dirt thirty per cent of any given day.
Last week, Tina sent me a package of goodness. A giveaway win containing the most comfy-looking pair of (organic! upcycled!) baby daks. We grown ups are seriously missing out.
There were bonus pieces of loveliness too.
The framed pedal to the metal print prompted the beginning of another project – of the sewing kind. But that’s a tale of traumatically unfinished for tomorrow day.