I think it’s a proven fact. I am addicted to making posies. All sorts and shapes, and with any yarn I can get me hands on. I’ve actually started visualizing the stitches to create variations in my mind. I find myself sitting and counting in my head, using the tips of my fingers as virtual representations of chain stitches. It’s a bit strange but I do believe altogether harmless.
Alright, I admit it, I am always missing the crochet hook that I want. I own all of them, but I can never find them as I dig through my little zipper pouch, clanking and cursing, accusing and quitting. Last night, since I’m now a serious crocheter, I thought it would be best to get organized. So, here is my grand, 2am, attempt, and I just love it!
This next picture, shows the clever use of a magnetic bracelet to keep my scissors handy while I’m crocheting. Constantly misplacing my scissors while I’m working is another “issue” I am trying to conquer.
A year ago, my StepMom had heart surgery. Massive, major, rebuild your heart, heart surgery. She is having a party soon to celebrate one more year of gifted time and I thought it would be fun to make her something as a token of our gratitude for her new heart. Here is the beginning of the project:
I’ve started quite a collection of yarn. I’m not trying to collect it, per se, but I just cannot stop buying it! I’m making stuff as quickly as I can and after every one of the children has a fistful of items and the grandparents, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and so on, all get their “fair share” of the Stitched Gold. I will move on to create masterpieces! I need this yarn! I thought it would be fun to share some of this Spun Honey with you all as well. These are my newest yarns, this is in an attempt to make things that are way outside of my normal variegated and brightly colored choices. I have been seeing a lot of vintage color combos around and wanted to try it out myself. So far, I’m in love!
My Husband is a Renaissance Man. He is a Ranger when we are camping, he is and Electrician when the fuse is blown, he is a Plumber when there’s a leak, he is Teacher when he’s with out children, he is Exorcist when the computer is possessed, and he is a Chef when he’s in the kitchen. He enjoys the odd and extreme in food and patiently makes items that do not ever cross my mind to even try, let alone create. Watermelon pickles falls into this category. It turns out, that watermelon pickles, at least the homemade version my Husband made, are absolutely delicious! Especially if you admire a good sweet pickle.