today was one of my days off, and what did I do all day but knit!
The morning brought my friend Sharin for coffee, and she is such a do-er, she couldn’t sit still and had to go into the “studio” and begin folding fabric. We ended folding and sorting a whole bunch of my stash, laughing and inspiring together. It is so nice to have a nearby friend to brainstorm with!
Then it was time to trade sheep duties with Alice, so I got to go knit topless in the sun. No bitiing flies yet to bother me.
I finished another pair of cuff blanks (and I think it will be about the last of this style for awhile), and I started on a project I have been wanting to do for a few days now.
Here it is, not yet done, but mostly so. It has plans to be an actual piece of wall art.
falling down cabin

You know how the quilt block patterns have descriptive names, well this is called “falling down cabin.” We sure have a lot of these around here. This deliberately caddywompus, (not laying on the blanket at angle.) Hence the name.

Knitting this and thinking about a: log cabin quilts and b: the women who made them and c: Sharin and I visiting and sorting fabric, I had to think about how during the early stages of this internet craft community’s formation, one would see such-and-such described as “not your grandma’s craft.” More than once I saw this! And I really have to disagree, at least from my vantage point. I feel SO connected to what the women of previous generations have done, and inspired by them. Granted I can live without acrylic yarn embroidered strawberry baskets, but beyond those, there is such wealth in the crafts of our grandmas! I sleep on pillowcases embroidered by those women and under blankets crocheted by them, I visit homesteads that are still blooming with flowers they planted, I find recipes in church cookbooks that they compiled. They were using everything as many times as they could (if not the grandmas, then the great-grandmas) and so am I. I plant food, I raise animals, I cut buttons off of my old clothes before they go into the rag basket. I would be proud to be the next generation of “my grandma’s craft.”

Okay. That said, when I needed a break from the scritchy black yarn, I started a pair of perdita.
perdita
I know, me using a pattern? I do it occasionally….

And, Soph, have you seen this book? I think you would really like it.
night life of trees

I got it at the library yesterday, and I am so going to purchase a copy for myself. I am absolutely blown away by the illustrations, and I promise to photograph a page or two soon. Just so you all can see the amazivity of it.