I don't tend to talk about my mother, but I was winding up a little ball of yarn today and thought of her.
My mother knit, crochet, sew, and I'm sure that she could have spun and woven if given the opportunity and inclination. She had a scar on the back of her head from when she plopped down on the couch and the knitting needles she'd left on top of said couch inbedded themselves in her scalp. And, unlike the shabby example you see above, when she wound up a ball of yarn it looked nice, as if she had pulled it right off a store shelf. While she flatly admitted that she did not have the patience to teach me to crochet (Dad's girlfriend at the time), knitting (book), or how to tie my shoes (another little girl in kindergarten), she did get me started out in the fiber-arts, just by doing it herself.
On a lighter note, I am happy to report another successful Stitch & Beach night! I think I'm finally starting to come out of my little shell; it takes me soooooo long to get comfortable around people.
The Squatty Sidekick has also been sucessfully felted!
I'm unhappy with how it's sitting, so another block is in order, but look how pretty it turned out! My favorite part?
The needle-felted button, half left-over Noro, half batting from Spritely Goods.
The back of the $1.50 Cardigan was finished this morning.
I have two fronts to knit with two skeins and some change. Wish me luck!