Earlier this week, I was having a little connipt. Scrap that. Earlier this week, it was big time, all-over-the-place, connipting. This weekend I am off to craft camp. Everyone knows that craft camp is a fabulous opportunity to get a huge amount of unfettered, throw-scraps-on-floor, potentially mischief-making crafting done. One thing I have learned, is that craft camp is not about finishing projects (yawn). Heck no, craft camp is for big, juicy, stay-up-late, NEW projects – ones wholly unlikely to see the light of day on my kitchen table at home. ’Course, this could just be my take on craft camp.
The family have been nothing less than rivoted and intrigued by the seven per hour WHAT AM I GOING TO MAKE?! outbursts from moi. There was some effort at a helpful suggestion: Gee, Mum, if you’re really desperate, you could knit me a wristwarmer. I would probably wear it when it is the coldest day in 100 year recorded weather history and hell has frozen over. But I wouldn’t bother knitting a second one...
At one point, I was moseying about over at Cath’s and she pointed me in the direction of the Rainbow House. I was fixated on the weirdy floorboards. Even though the weirdy floorboards are not my default aesthetic, I quite unexpectedly thought they would look rather striking on a quilt. I whipped up a sort-of mock-up, sort-of test:
It’s still twelve light years away from that default aesthetic. But if I slept in a bedroom that could do justice to such a quilt, (complete with a quilted homage to wood grain), I would give this little number a whirl – even if it would be like sleeping under a floor. Or under a Mondrian painting with a limited colour palette.
Since then, it’s been a week of feigning interest in work stuff for the Mr and scribbling bits on paper that have nothing to do with work stuff for the Mr. Somewhere inbetween I spotted some breathtaking quilts by Yoshiko Jinzenji. Wow. A while later, I scribbled this:
Everything made exciting sense! Well, to me.
After a little brainstorming with an excellent brainstormy-type person at Amitié, I now have a plan of craft camp attack.
I’m aiming for texture and delicate wonk,
and nuance and subtlety.
And (preventatively pre-washed) non-subtlety:
Course, after all this talking up of the quilt thing, it’s best you note the usual hit and miss, change-my-mind disclaimer. If it all goes to the dogs, next Monday I shall show you a beautifully knitted wristwarmer.
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