Picking oakum: a brutal and tortuous fiber “craft”. Unraveling old rope was one way the Victorians punished criminals and the poor.
As a knitter “I dwell in possibility” (Dickinson). Every ball of yarn is a future, unknown thing. How wonderful.
I feel the need to prove that I’m perfectly happy with cheap yarn. And I can make something really pretty out of it.
The plan was to buy a local fleece, from a sheep raised where I grew up, and wash/card/spin/knit it. You know what they say about plans.
Temptation is a part of everyone’s life and we all succumb, sooner or later. When it comes to the temptation of new yarns, I’ll probably have succumbed five minutes after finishing this blog post.
I can’t be optimized, synergized and no one is opening my kimono. A low-tech path is the only way I can take a pattern from idea to design.
An unexpected source for new yarn has me looking around my home for where I’m going to put my future stash.
I have been hard at work and have a cowl design almost ready to publish, a give-away almost ready to launch, and a new knit technique almost ready to show. Its just one of those weeks.
This week I seem to be starting a new project everyday. How many WIPs can a crafter have? Well, there is always room for one more.
Nothing blocks a creative spirit like perfectionism. Its the poisoned kool-aid and you should really stop drinking it.