Quietish

I haven’t been using a pattern to make my owlies. Rather I looked at various images online and worked out how to make them.

Melanie from the comments just brought a lovely link to my attention. I didn’t use this tutorial, but it should be quite useful to those of you who are hankering to make them:

Tutowlrial at Moonstitches

For this month anyway. And likely until at least after PR.

Done and done. For now.

Onto the next tasks on my list, each of which involve paper, DMC floss, ink, or a combination thereof.

I don’t have a whole ton more to report:
weather = rainy
walking = happening anyway
knitting = one sock done, one to go
other knitting = still haven’t picked lacy thing back up
crochet = on the brain, but not so much on the hooks
kitten fever = raging

Skipped SPS yesterday. Here, lemme get a webcam pic right quick… Ok, here you are.

And now for more important cute matters:

Off to do some more…

Help me. I can’t stop. making. owls.

No really. I can’t. I have at least 11 more of these to make. Although I bet I won’t stop there.

Evidenced by the fact that I took a break from fabric owls today by crocheting an owl.

pattern by Ana

On a mostly unrelated note: If Cox doesn’t get my internet connection moving any faster, I might have to eat my keyboard. Crunch, crunch. That is all.

Hello kind readers,

I am hoping someone here could direct me to a place where I can buy nice felt. I have plenty of crappy acrylic felt, but I want something a little more substantial and possibly touchable. I’m thinking wool. Do they make cotton? That’d be really nice too.

It’d be great if I could just walk in somewhere locally so I could see and touch before buying, but I’ll go to an online source if that’s my best option.

Thanks and cheers!
Rosemary

I awoke this morning already clutched by the desire to craft something. I keep thinking about quilts and softies and stitching. I want to applique something onto something and embroider something onto something.

When I reached my desk, I randomly sketched an owl on a postie note. (I’ve been doing that a lot lately, as I’m searching for just the right design to call my own.) Once I’d done that, I suddenly wanted to sew an owl, or stitch an owl, or applique an owl. Sigh.

I should probably act on one of these impulses today if I plan on keeping the title “crafter.”

Then when I finally signed online my mind, which had been utterly occupied by crafts, suddenly was filled with this: (If you don’t like spoilers, don’t look too close at these.)

I’m currently in an odd state where my mind is racing and frozen in place at the same time. Thankfully I have some mindless knitting that I can do while I wait for my brain to grind back into action. Behold, the very plain part of the Lacy Waves Top that goes on for quite awhile before you get to the parts that qualify it for Lace Style:

Yay for run-on sentences! Yay for the splash of cold water that is a new Harry Potter announcement! I need some coffee.

The fam packed up and left a bit ago, so it’s back to real life for me. It always seems that while we’re on a trip or we have visitors it’s like we’re not living in the real world. I’m out of my routine and things just seem to suspend while I’m doing other things. This, of course, is an illusion so the to-do list just sits untouched and deadlines come closer. Thankfully I don’t currently have many actual deadlines, so I’m still in good shape.

The happy news is that my sister in law walked out of here today a new knitter! Last night Sarah found my copy of Mason Dixon Knitting on her own and parused. Today, she grabbed a ball of kitchen cotton and some needles and went to it. Her first knitting was the start of “just a square.”

She ripped it out before she left, but took some needles and my Stitch and Bitch book. Score! I didn’t even have to apply thumbscrews use my CraftBorgish influence.

In other knitterly news, Justin’s socks fit and he’s wearing them today. Certainly makes the miles of stockinette worth it. And because when life is pretty good bare needles are quite possibly the hardest thing to endure, I got a little something cast on.

Wont go too much into detail yet as its still an experiment, but I can show you that it’s lacy.

A previously knit swatch:

I don’t know how much knitting I’ll get done this week. I have a few non-crafty things I want to make sure I pay attention to and I also have an exciting little book craft to design and construct. Fun!

Well then, it does seem as though I’ve been living up to my blog title now doesn’t it?

This week has meandered by and I can’t seem to recall just what exactly I’ve accomplished, but when I look around it does appear that I’ve done a little crafting here and there.

I have a finished sock and the start of a second. Meet Hermione:

Although I cast her on almost directly after receiving my copy of Favorite Socks, I’ve been taking my time with the knitting. Knowing me however, I’ll probably have a finished pair in the next week or so.

And while I have a finished object I can’t quite share openly yet, I can share what I cast on in it’s wake. I’m making up a yoked toddler sweater for CIC/Care Wool, using leftovers. Having fun with the colors.

This weekend I knit a hat for Amy’s mom so fast, that I didn’t even take a pic of it before dashing off to give it away. Sorry ’bout that. I can tell you that it was purple, and that it was Odessa, sans beads.

Here’s something fun: A coupla weeks ago I got the urge to start something that can be ongoing for as many months or years as suits my fancy, using my sock yarn leftovers. Meet my small pancake stack-like pile of mini granny squares, to someday be sewn into an afghan.

I do realize that this will quite possibly be the ugliest thing to ever be crocheted. To everyone else anyway. To me it will be brilliantly gorgeous, being stitched with bits of my favorite handknits and the memories that accompany them.

I love crochet in a different way than knitting. I think when I crochet it releases a different pleasant hormone; It makes me feel very nice indeed. And I’m quite fond of the use of the little balls of yarn that would otherwise be ignored and eventually thrown out, even if it results in something utterly distasteful to everyone but me.

Since we’re here, how about a nice pic of one of the hobbits learning about what it’s like to be a dog.

As you can see, I still have yet to figure out how to photograph black dogs even all these months later.

Wheee, I had forgotten how fast crochet goes. Here’s a quick hat out of leftovers. Tis warm.