I blame lack of supervision for my monster loving obsession. What are you talking about, Jess? Let me explain. I was that kid who read all the Stephen King books when I was way too young, and was addicted to horror movies. I couldn’t get enough horror or gore, and no one was saying, “Hey. Maybe you should wait until you’re old enough to read/watch this.”
There is so much laughing and funny looks around here. This puppet has been pretty fun to make, and it’s cracking me up. She’s been out on the coffee table for a few weeks now. No matter how many times I see her, it’s still a little unsettling that there’s a head just laying there. She’s waiting for a body… I have to make her a tentacle body like the original puppet, and I think I’ll add a human body too (I’ll figure out how to make them interchangeable). It’s going to be awesome. But for now, she’s just a floating head; hanging out on the coffee table for us to play with.
Make your edge look STUNNING after putting in all of that awesome crochet work. Since crocheting anything takes forever, don’t you think it’s a shame to leave your finished edge looking unfinished? Simply fastening off your yarn (the usual slip stitch and pull through) leaves a knot. It leaves your beautiful crochet looking like you have more work to do. You can do better, and your talent demands it. DEMANDS IT!
We live in an instant gratification society. Everything is now and how fast. Cleaning fleece is the exact opposite of this. It takes time, patience, and a lot of soap. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to process my own fleeces, and the payback has been more than just fiber. This fleece is Romney, from my new sheep friend over at Grape Hollow Farm. I’m learning to take my time and breathe a little while I’m working. With any luck, I’ll have this and the other Romney (different farm) and alpaca (also a different farm) fleeces ready to be carded by September. There’s no instant gratification here, but I’ll have a wonderful selection of fiber to spin through the winter.
This newest crochet pattern came out of the need to display my wares at the art and craft shows that I am a vendor. I was in the middle of a show, and was thinking of different ways to display my chapstick holders when my mini epiphany struck. I can crochet bowls to display my goods. Duh, Jess. Seeing that I’m a crocheter by trade, this made the most sense. Never mind that I was crocheting the first version of this set while selling the very items I was trying to display. It worked and the idea for these bowls stuck around.
Eventually you are going to come across a crochet pattern that tells you to mark a stitch… or mark the first stitch. It’s going to happen. Marking a stitch isn’t difficult. It’s also nice to know where your rows start if you are crocheting in the round. Marking stitches makes your crocheting easier, and often, takes away some of the counting. What could be better than that?
I ordered this undyed yarn months and months ago. Then life got in the way, and it just sat there… waiting for me to dye it into cool yarn. I’ve finally figured out a system that allows me to get a little done at a time. These 2 new colorways are pretty sweet, and hopefully will be repeatable. The third colorway is still in its pan. I’ll rinse it out tomorrow night. It should be ready to list in a few days, but for now, back to these 2 beauties.
I’ve been doing this crochet online thing for oh so many years. Between that and the craft/art shows, I’ve noticed that crochet really has a way to make people react. I’ve seen beautiful crochet, functional crochet, hideous crochet, crochet that makes you ponder the meaning of life, and everything in between. It gets an emotion out of me. Every time. Crochet is everywhere, and people are cranking out those stitches. I think it’s a beautiful thing that really does affect people, whether good or bad.
I applied for Etsy Wholesale when they were in beta. I don’t even remember how long ago that was. Knot By Gran’ma was turned down, and I chalked it up to things that weren’t meant to be. It happens. Life got busy after that, and I forgot all about wholesaling anything. There was scheduling to figure out, a direction to find, happiness to nab (along with my health), and more drama than this Momma ever wants to deal with ever again. Thank you for turning me down, Etsy. For real.