I will learn (again) how to crochet. I went on a one-day course a few years ago, didn't practise enough and the knowledge unwound, like stitches from a hook. And I'm desperate to crochet granny squares!
I will make myself a knitting bag to store my supplies, whether it’s knitted, sewn – whatever.Work will start within the week on my OH's long, navy scarf.
I'll give finger-knitting another go. I tried it with this Craftsy finger-knitting tutorial, then went on holiday and kept fiddling away with my handmade T-shirt yarn, but couldn't remember how to cast off!
And talking of my handmade T-shirt yarn, I need to use it somehow.
There's a guerilla weaving idea I have for a dark corner down the road. It'll take (me) too long to knit something for the spot, but weaving some bright, maybe white, wool would look great, and make a point to the local council about streetlamp repair!
And until this afternoon, also on this list would have been finishing my dad’s cowl. He was convinced he’d lost the first one I knitted him, and was gutted, so I'd started a replacement, but he texted today – so happy – to say he’d found it.
Showing posts with label craftivism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label craftivism. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
Thursday, 17 March 2016
You are... a craftivist
This fine example of my appallingly bad embroidery is part of the 'You Are So Very Beautiful' stitched affirmations craftivist project from craftivism.com.
It is very messy looking but in my defence, I was in a hurry to finish it, and the only yarn I had to hand was some from a WIP longstitch project, which was too thick for the hessian I used. However, the main thing was to be involved with this project. Started by Betsy Greer, who sums it up: 'It’s time to let our acts of stitching go by leaving them in places for someone to find, someone who needs to hear those words just as you do, if not more. As craftivism is about healing ourselves as we make, and then healing the world with our products, let’s get to it.'
I tried a couple of places to perch my square; this painted windowsill was a good colour match.
In the end, I left it here, can't tell you where, just that it's in London.
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