Tatting! The adventure begins!

A very long time ago I made an attempt to learn to tat. I’m typically a self-taught crafter, and the internet wasn’t around at that time. Needless to say, I gave up almost as quickly as I started! Moving forward to 2 weeks ago, (yes, only two weeks!!!) I gave needle tatting a try. Now there are great books and you-tube videos to help you learn. So along with those sources and a tatting needle, I found it so quick to pick up! I know there are shuttle tatting people and there are needle tatting people. I now fall in the latter group.



Something old, something new

When I went back to visit family on the east coast a few months ago, I had the opportunity to grab some hand-me-downs from my granny’s house. I was able to go back in time and send myself an entire box of my great-grandmother’s linens!


What amazes and inspires me about the treasure trove of table dressings I now possess is not just the quality of the work, but the quality of the care shown by my great grandmother and my granny over the last 75-100 years.


My First Foray Into Wool

I have the fastidious skin of a princess, and can’t stand most wool yarn.

That is, until I met City Tweed. The blend of Merino wool and superfine alpaca gives the Donegal tweed a buttery soft texture, while still maintaining its traditional textured appeal.

I’m crocheting a blanket that will be primarily the dark charcoal City Tweed DK Obsidian, with three white stripes of contrast in the center. I can’t help but be transported to misty Scottish Highlands when I think of snuggling beneath this hearty blanket. It makes me hungry for fall: toasty sweaters, crackling fires and steaming hot apple cider!


A statement blanket

As you may have noticed in my last crochet post, I’m hard at work on another monstrous crochet project. I’ve taken a break from the wee stitches of doilies and settled in with some repetitive Circled Squares in Chroma!

Finny isn’t the only one who is rather smitten with this afghan-in-progress. My other little guy has been seeking out any part of it – loose squares and all – to nestle in to. But most of the time it’s draped across the couch – I’m already using it, even though it’s not even halfway assembled yet!


Knit & Crochet in Public Week: Tinking in public

I’ve never been one to shy away from public crafting. In fact, if my hands aren’t busy all the time, I basically just fuss and fidget and drive myself nuts. So, it’s no surprise that many of the folks at the fine coffee and food establishments I frequent are well enough acquainted with me to ask much more specific questions than “Is that called yarning?”

In fact, one barista was surprised when the sweater I’d been working on for some time wasn’t with me for a few weeks, when she knew it wasn’t finished. Well, there’s a good reason for that, I explained, as I was busy crocheting a doily. I messed up!



Knit & Crochet in Public Week: Talking to Strangers

To begin, I’d like to share an exchange that occurred in a waiting room last year:

Young boy: HEY! What are you doing?
Me: Oh, hey there. You mean this? I’m crocheting a scarf.
Young boy: CROW-saying?
Me: Right, close! I’m crocheting. See, you use this hook to make loops with the yarn.
Young boy: (yells across room) MOM, LOOK AT WHAT THIS GIRL IS SEWING.
Young boy’s mother: Honey, that’s not sewing. She’s knitting.

Public crafting—like anything you do that’s not “staring blankly at the ground”—opens you (and your work) up to an immediate and directed dialogue with strangers; as most of you have experienced, this is both good and bad!


In honor of “Knit & Crochet in Public Week” (which kicked off last Saturday), I’d like to present the best stranger comments I’ve heard over the last couple of weeks (from parks to cafes), all in relation to the same in-progress Brava blanket pictured above