:: a tiny hoop for little hands on which to learn embroidery
:: a queen-sized quilt for a toonie simply needing some stitches in the ditches (perfect for the beach this summer)
:: six wooden spools of thread plus three rubber thimblesN
Thread Themed Thrifting
:: a tiny hoop for little hands on which to learn embroidery :: a queen-sized quilt for a toonie simply needing some stitches in the ditches (perfect for the beach this summer):: six wooden spools of thread plus three rubber thimbles
Crochet graffiti
This weekend was indeed WWKiP weekend and although I did not get around to knitting in public, even though the weather was amazing, we did come across some rather public displays of needle art while in Paris.
As we were wondering over to Jardin du Luxembourg we stumbled upon this street art festival and throughout the festival were these pieces of knitted and crocheted graffiti.
These are actually water fountains found throughout the city. Mr. T is not trying to look up the lady's dress but filling up our water bottle.
This is my favorite one. I'm considering "knit tagging" something in the Twin Cities but haven't found the best spot yet. Here's a good place to start for more inspiration on knitting graffiti.
As we were wondering over to Jardin du Luxembourg we stumbled upon this street art festival and throughout the festival were these pieces of knitted and crocheted graffiti.
These are actually water fountains found throughout the city. Mr. T is not trying to look up the lady's dress but filling up our water bottle.
This is my favorite one. I'm considering "knit tagging" something in the Twin Cities but haven't found the best spot yet. Here's a good place to start for more inspiration on knitting graffiti.
Loose Ends
I've finished sewing up the seams of these cowls that were languishing in a pile, and they simply await recipients. El knit up the majority of these when I banned her from the tv and computer. Can you feel the resentment that has built up in each stitch? I'm sure she's simmered down since.
And seriously. This will be my last picture of flowers for a bit. I promise. It's getting tired, isn't it? But this one is special because that peony standing up in the vase right up front is the only one on its bush. It's a new bush I picked up late last year, so I had no idea what it looked like. Well holy moly mole. It's a smack of scrump-dilly-o-cious! I just needed some record of it, so here it is. Something to look forward to another year from now. I'm going to cross my fingers for three.
And seriously. This will be my last picture of flowers for a bit. I promise. It's getting tired, isn't it? But this one is special because that peony standing up in the vase right up front is the only one on its bush. It's a new bush I picked up late last year, so I had no idea what it looked like. Well holy moly mole. It's a smack of scrump-dilly-o-cious! I just needed some record of it, so here it is. Something to look forward to another year from now. I'm going to cross my fingers for three. N
Flowers Still Alive? Check.
Potted anything and me don't get along, but these potted puppies are still kickin' it after three weeks. Some of those have been around two or three weeks before that doubling their age. It's occurred to me that I should invite some peeps around if only to prove that I haven't killed them yet, and I must make it fast 'cause I don't know how much longer I can keep up this facade.Tomorrow is WWKIP Day!
Must get some rest first.
N
Redecorating
I bought this little print for the Bee's bedroom, and when she outgrows Alice in Wonderland, I shall hang it up in my craft nook. There is a local young girl who sells her mixed media masterpieces each year at community gathering in a park, and I never fail to pick up a piece in the hopes that one day, she will be famous. Plus they're really pretty and dreamy. I have one in the bathroom that depicts a Cinderella-ish girl teaching birds to sew, and the birds are flying about a dress form with thread in their beaks. It's so sweet. I wish the artist had a website, but I do have her business card floating about, so if anyone is interested, let me know in the comments with a way to contact you ('cause blogger is a bugger, and doesn't leave me email addresses to respond). Her prices are super reasonable - it practically feels like stealing.
And then because the peony bushes are in full bloom here, I brought some inside for the mantle, but first I had to clear off the orange ribbons and big orange print and all the pinecones. I must find a better way to display them. Maybe a wide flan/tart dish/plate???
In other news around here, the eldest kissed a boy at the swimming pool this week. When the Bee found out, she squealed, "EW!!! She kissed a BOY????" I'm just trying to get my head wrapped around this one. I think I'll just let her enjoy the moment a bit longer. She's a writer, so maybe she can use this experience in a story or something. A first kiss is big. Gosh, I can't really remember mine. I think I am going to consult the big Amish culture reference book I brought home from the library. One can keep dreaming the dream. You know, the dream where I bake fresh bread every day and knit all of our clothes and clean the house and keep everything sparse while living off the land? And the newly minted teens are too wiped out from weeding the garden and sweeping the floors to be smooching each other? Nah, I'd miss the laptop too much.
I'm beat.
N
The honeymoon's over
But it was great while it lasted!
From left to right: Eiffel Tower, me in front of Oscar Wilde's tomb in Paris, Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, our lunch time view in Barcelona, Italy's independence day, ruins in Ancient Rome, tourist madness at Trevi Fountain
It's nice to be back in my own bed but boy do I miss the pastries in Paris! I even have some crafty things to post about from the trip but that will have to wait until the laundry gets done and my body clock gets back on Minnesota time. Good to be back!
From left to right: Eiffel Tower, me in front of Oscar Wilde's tomb in Paris, Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, our lunch time view in Barcelona, Italy's independence day, ruins in Ancient Rome, tourist madness at Trevi Fountain
It's nice to be back in my own bed but boy do I miss the pastries in Paris! I even have some crafty things to post about from the trip but that will have to wait until the laundry gets done and my body clock gets back on Minnesota time. Good to be back!
My Sock Mojo is Alive and Kicking It
The weekend is drawing to a close all too soon once again. Homework is being finished and packed back up in the knapsacks for Monday morning, and waking up early and getting dressed is already being dreaded.
Oh, Flat Stanley, how we will miss you when school ends. I suppose we could try and continue our Sunday evening tradition of writing two or three sentences and drawing a picture of you doing really rad things with the Bee, but I think it's a bit far-fetched to imagine. The Bee is very adamant about doing tasks that do not 'NEED' to be done.
I had to include this picture of Tig Tig absolutely still. She absolutely never ever, ever never sits still for the camera. This sleeping is fake too, 'cause she looked at me before I clicked, and it was a look of futile resistance. I've won - in a sense that it's not a blurry image of the cat leaping away from me.
As for the title of this post, I will allow this picture to say it all.
My sock knitting mojo has returned. Want to know what did it?? An email this week from Classic Elite. I signed up for the weekly newsletter last year, and they showcase free patterns frequently. This here's Cookie A's Summer Sox pattern. You can't say just pass over a free Cookie A sock pattern. That's just ridiculous. So I searched high and low through the stash for a solid/semi-solid soft sock yarn, and nothing I had made the cut. Sure I had lots of variegated sock yarn, and all the solid stuff was Briggs & Little scratchy sock yarn that would be better for a thick cable-y winter sock. I cast on with a bright florescent superwash merino sock yarn, and a few inches into the knitting, my heart sank. It was ripped back, and I went shopping.
I scored some pretty pale grey Regia Silk, and it's perfect! I'll be hitting that heel any minute now.
Oh, Flat Stanley, how we will miss you when school ends. I suppose we could try and continue our Sunday evening tradition of writing two or three sentences and drawing a picture of you doing really rad things with the Bee, but I think it's a bit far-fetched to imagine. The Bee is very adamant about doing tasks that do not 'NEED' to be done.
I had to include this picture of Tig Tig absolutely still. She absolutely never ever, ever never sits still for the camera. This sleeping is fake too, 'cause she looked at me before I clicked, and it was a look of futile resistance. I've won - in a sense that it's not a blurry image of the cat leaping away from me.
As for the title of this post, I will allow this picture to say it all.
My sock knitting mojo has returned. Want to know what did it?? An email this week from Classic Elite. I signed up for the weekly newsletter last year, and they showcase free patterns frequently. This here's Cookie A's Summer Sox pattern. You can't say just pass over a free Cookie A sock pattern. That's just ridiculous. So I searched high and low through the stash for a solid/semi-solid soft sock yarn, and nothing I had made the cut. Sure I had lots of variegated sock yarn, and all the solid stuff was Briggs & Little scratchy sock yarn that would be better for a thick cable-y winter sock. I cast on with a bright florescent superwash merino sock yarn, and a few inches into the knitting, my heart sank. It was ripped back, and I went shopping.I scored some pretty pale grey Regia Silk, and it's perfect! I'll be hitting that heel any minute now.
Happy Sunday!
N
