Posts Tagged ‘yarn’

I still feel like a vampire sucked the life out of me. Evil flu. By two I managed to go the cafe, get a very hot Chai and take Zephyr back to a safer corner of the park–vigilant of people and dogs. Luckily few were there. I sat and crocheted. Zephyr ate grass. All was copacetic.

Need to get to yarn shop. The weather has changed all my wants from dark browns and charcoals to pastels. If winter does not return soon, I can bag scarves all together, slip into skirts and  flip-flops and paint.

The world is weird. d.

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When the sun comes out, so do curious happenings. I’ve found–or wandered into 3 dogs this week. And now this interesting find in front of an apt. building along my walk to the cafe. It was just sitting out on the lawn. I wondered if it might be a special day in eastern religions, then I remembered reading Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (guru to John Lennon and the Beatles) died, yesterday, I believe. So, I wondered if it was an offering to him. I may never know. Don’t you just love small oddities?

 Guru Alter on lawn

Notice the bottle of Jack Daniels and bacon. Eastern meets Western. I love that too.  d.

P.S. Working on another set of wrist warmers in buttery yellow (for spring) and a man scarf in charcoal tweed. Lots to do .

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For someone who spends a great deal of time trying to keep things together, it’s odd to find myself trying to unravel something. In this case, a sweater.

I found this woman who unravels sweaters from thrift stores and re-spins the yarn, often with other colors, into lovely new skeins. Fabulous. I’ve seen so many ugly sweaters knit with nice yarn. It just never occurred to me. Wool sweaters can be shrunk into felt, pillow covers, wristlets, objet d’art. But think of all those hideous Christmas sweaters, presently lining the racks of Goodwill. Did someone, I wonder, finally tell those women, “Don’t. . . just DON’T.” Or did some husband secretly snag it from his wife’s closet, sneak it off to a thrift store, screaming, “Take it! I can’t bear to look at her in this one more holiday!” 

Now that WOULD be an undertaking: de-clutter and unravel those poor, poor sweaters. It would be a mercy killing, then a rebirth! Ugly sweater turned Parisian scarf or cloche. It would be Extreme Makeover, except for sweaters.

So, I bought two non-Christmas pullovers. One I rather like–the tag is gone but I’d swear it’s an Eileen Fisher–in the softest moss green yarn. The other is this unsightly pink vest, an 80s cut–that horrid round in the middle, tight at your knees look. What were we thinking?–but the yarn was soft and blushed, worth saving.

I began w/the pink. I plucked and plucked–professionally stitched to outlive the sweater. Pulled apart each frame, but got inpatient. Very time consuming. So, I tried a short cut, scissors. I only meant to clip the bottom from some trim. I thought it would cut only one line. I was wrong. It looked like I fleeced a pink poodle. Sigh.

There is still the moss sweater. But having failed the first, am I willing to maim an Eileen Fisher sweater? Am I that brazen? Especially when it might even fit. I don’t know. Stay tuned. . .


Meanwhile, I hooked two small red pocket purses w/petit purple buttons. Very quaint. The countdown to V-day is on. My showcase, Feb. 9th. 🙂 Now, off to coffee and a brisk walk on a very wintry day.


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So, in honor of the holiday. . . I went shopping. Not to be rude, but that really seems to be what people do in this city–shop. I’ve never seen more sq. mall-footage than here. It’s mostly sad, but that’s the way it is.

I thought yarn would cheer me up (still feeling blue about my Etsy shop), but I got overwhelmed. Colors, textures, wool, cashmere, fuzzy, smooth. I wanted to dive in and take it all. But I’m living on the “can’t buy too much until I sell something” mantra. Still,  if I don’t have a nice variety to sell. . . .

Yarn (like any other kinesthetic medium) needs to be rotated. I’ve crocheted fuchsia wool felting yarn into the ground. Time for a new texture, color, style. Plus, I need to work on my new line of Harlequin frames. I’ve got lots to do, and yet I’m slacking or, maybe, distracted. It’s hard to tell. 

But back to yarn and art supplies. I’m a wee girl in a candy store. I want to touch, work, mold, spin, sew, cut, stitch, paint, create with everything. One medium will never do. I want to play with it all. So, I’ll make a pile of button bracelets, bobbles and beads everywhere, then move on to yarn, make a couple dozen scarves, arm warmers, scarflettes, then pick up collaging. It’s all very random and subject to sleep, mood, temperature, food, coffee and weather. Crocheting is tops for winter creative flow. It keeps my fingers busy (I was a terribly fidgety child and that hasn’t changed much in however many years) and I can stitch and watch CSI while Zephyr uses me as a lap blanket; yarn and hook in one hand, English tea and romote in the other. No table required. 😉

Well, it’s been a very chilly rainy day. I need tea and a hot bath. Home–there’s no place better.

P.S. I did buy yarn, 5 or 6 skeins. Some for felting, some for man wear–urban scarves, mod-ware, metro-sexual pizazz. I haven’t decided what to call it, but men need accessories too–even when they don’t know it. 😉


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The fog lifted, but has left a hard chill. I’ve abandoned felting–just for today–to crochet several scarflettes. I like how smart they look.

 Pumpkin Scarflette with Avacado Tie

You can actually wear them with urban wear and not feel overly bulky, as w/a scarf. And as I mentioned on Etsy, I hate it when my scarf falls from my shoulder onto the ground or into my coffee.  Dangerously long scarves can haphazardly fall into unwanted places in delicate situations. (Ask any woman who has ever tried to maneuver her body, coat, purse, packages, umbrella or child into a bathroom stall. The answer is in the scarflette. Now back to my crocheting.

Stay warm, d.

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As a writer I am a pesky editor. I am constantly going back and rewording items that most won’t even read. Plus, now that I’ve admitted I’m a writer, YOU are now searching for errors, aren’t you? Please don’t. You will surely find some. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not perfect–even when I really, really want to be. 😉

I have just been scrambling to fluff my Etsy shop, make it more alluring. It’s hard to do. EVERYTHING is on the photos. I’ve reshot some and am now waiting for the fog to lift so I can shoot more.

I’ve been terribly productive making scarves and experimenting w/scarflettes, chokers, beads and buttons. Today a batch of felting is going for a hot bath and I am very excited to see the results. Felting is such fun.

I also went thrifting yesterday and found some wonderful sweaters. One to wear; one to revamp. A beautiful dark blue with light blue and white Swedish edging will make a great pillow cover. The arms will be wrist warmers–for Etsy or myself. I can’t decide. Sometimes selling is hard, since I design everything to be loved by ME.

Fog or not, I’m off to cafe for coffee and soup. Friday is clam chowder day w/baguette. R has been happy–his girlfriend? Yes or no? Who knows. Am tempting him to purchase fuchsia scarf for his darling daughter.

Postal arrival! Real mail from my dearest friend, T. It has squirrel stickers and a bumble bee. T sends lovely letters and cards.  Very happy. Coffee AND letter.


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It is drizzling today, the near cousin of fog. I don’t know how people survive in England or Seattle. (No offense. I like those places. I love Seattle, would move there in a heartbeat, except for the drizzle.) I was born for sunny weather, I’m afraid . . . but then not too sunny. Not Los Angeles sunny. I like seasons. And being winter and not snow country, drizzle is what we are having today, so be it.

 And if it weren’t for winter, in any form, I wouldn’t need for scarves and I love them, so hush to me. I made a very Springy little-girl scarf last night. The color says simply Kaleidescope–a swirl of lemon yellow and pastel green. It’s a narrow 3-ply acrylic, nothing fancy, as children are apt to drag scarves along the ground, through the dirt. Mom doesn’t have time for hand wash. Just toss it in the washing with socks and such. Then I made little crochet flowers that hang along the ends instead of fringe. I’d show you, but I’m w/o camera at the moment.

Every time I move to buy a camera, something else swoops in on the funds. This time–as often–it was my jeep, something with the clutch. The mechanic detailed it out for me, but all I heard was the price. Sigh.

And yet, I will not be deterred from tramping out and buying yarn today. I can’t not have yarn. (yes, a double negative. I am w/o coffee too. One really shouldn’t write w/o coffee…)

 All right, shower, coffee, yarn, library. Back later, d.

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