Thanksgiving is over. Now is the season where my family believes that knitting needles are grafted to my fingers like some sort of homebody RieRie Scissorshands.
-Three pair of fingerless mitts made, 3 hats completed, another pair of mitts on the needles. 2 more pair of mitts, 2 more hats, 3 pair socks, and a pair of slippers on my list. I'm an idiot.
-The bestie and I got the loom and a large shelving unit moved out to the shed today. Could not have tackled it by myself. Thank you so much!! Now I can start weaving as soon as the list above is finished.
-20 jars of syrup canned today, a dozen were juices from the pressing of fruit bound for the dehydrator the others are a heavy syrup mint infusion for treating stomach aches and coughs. The mint grows right beside the house. Most of the ailments the hedgekids fall victim to don't require heavy medicine. A bit of mint syrup helps and a snuggle and hug take care of the rest. And if they still have a problem post syrup, I know it's real and not just a play for attention (cause they already got that)
- Tomorrow I'll might do pumpkin pickles. Sticky Mud Dude procured Jabba the Squash for me. This hubbard squash must be 20 pounds of grey warty goodness with a future as pickles and dehydrated squash shreds.
Death and Textiles
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Don't Quilt
So, it;s the evening before Halloween and my mother wants to order Christmas cards for the family. She comes in and says, "You'll like this one, it has candles and a quilt", and leaves the room.
I don't quilt.
I weave. I knit, I crochet, I felt, I tat (a little bit), I sew.
Still don't quilt.
I want the cards with the cardinals on them.
I don't quilt.
I weave. I knit, I crochet, I felt, I tat (a little bit), I sew.
Still don't quilt.
I want the cards with the cardinals on them.
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