I am taking part in the Annual Knitting and Crochet blog week kindly organised by Eskimimi Makes. Each day for the next seven the bloggers who take part are set a challenge to post about a certain crafty subject with the aim that we all stretch our blogging capabilities, meet new bloggers and find new inspiration.
Days 6 & 7 are (not only late!) but about a tool to covet and looking forward.
As I do only simple crafting I don’t have a huge “tool box” full of goodies. I use standard metal knitting needles and crochet hooks and that is about it. I do have a monster heirloom darning needle that my Mum has given me for sewing in my ends which I am quite proud of. Especially after a lady I met on a train to Devon (who owned a craft shop) even commented that it was a proper old-fashioned needle. Not sure what she meant by that, but I puffed up with pride anyway (freak I hear you say!!). But the one little tool that I love is my pair of sharp scissors. They are so sweet and bright and pretty. I love them.
Looking forwards I would really like to expand my knitting repertoire to some more complicated items. Like many people I think I would need to have a number of projects on the go for this to happen so I could still pick up a simple project when I needed something easy. But when my brain power isn’t too depleted I would like to have a go at cables, lace work and socks. I am rashly going to predict that I might try a sock by the end of the year. Watch this space!! Mind you I mentioned this to someone else and they said turning the heel was very difficult which dented my resolution a little. Ho hum….
I have loved these 7 days of being challenged to not only think about things differently but also to post in different ways. Big thanks to Eskimimi Makes for taking the time to organise such a great blog week.
I spend a lot of my time worrying what people will think. Am I doing the right thing? Am I saying the right thing? Am I wearing the right thing? Do I look daft? (frequently is the answer to that one!) But the joy of mobile crafting, whether knitting or crocheting, is that I really don’t mind what people think. This morning on a train packed with commuters I retrieved my crochet and 3 balls of wool from my handbag and got stuck in. I had some very odd looks from the city type chaps tapping away at their laptops I can tell you. The chap sitting next to me looked most perplexed too
But you know what, I really didn’t mind (and I know I shouldn’t start a sentence with but however I don’t mind that either!).
I was doing something relaxing, enjoyable and creative that will turn into something in my home that I can be very proud of. AND (yikes, I can hear the grammar police from here), most importantly of all, I am following in the footsteps of my very special Mum, Grandma and Great Aunt who are (Mum) and were (Grandma and Great Aunt) the most amazingly talented crafters. My Great Aunt and Grandma taught me to knit and crochet with infinite patience. My Mum is an avid knitter, cross-stitcher, embroiderer, lace maker, sewer and complete guru who I run to on a frequent basis when I mess up with my knitting and other crafty endeavours. Years ago she even crocheted an entire suit. I can’t imagine ever being able to do that.
There is something infinitely special about travelling a path that those you care about deeply have travelled before. It almost seems to take you to them and that is a lovely feeling.
P.S. The crochet wasn’t a great success. I have some “not to my taste” rust coloured sofas in my conservatory that I can’t justify getting rid of (I am a lover of blue, purple and green) so I thought I would make them a couple of cushions to liven them up a little. I am going to do the same design as the very pink cushion but with lots of warm browns and a splash of light rust. All I ended up with was a very 60’s looking square that didn’t take my fancy at all. Sigh. I think it needs some darker brown or less rust to make it palatable……