So, last week I mentioned oh-so-casually that I was teaching myself how to crochet.
There was a little bit of confusion in the works, and some cussing, and even a few chocolate buttons (says she, implying that this is an unusual occurrence. Did you fall for it? No. I thought not.) And perhaps those who saw the way I failed to remember the simplest knitting stitches from one craft day to the next stood back, waiting to pick up the pieces.
But then something clicked, and I woke up dreaming of making double crochet stitches, and I've been carrying balls of wool around in my purse ALL WEEK and setting myself a nightly task of learning a new stitch.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you:
A photo of wonky home-made geekiness viewed by the maker with much pride and barely-suppressed glee. I'm going to point out that it's not as twisty as it looks because I propped it on the potted plant, and you can believe me or not. I don't care: I'm in love.
I am soo going to make me a scarf with scalloped edges now. Woo!
You may have noticed some colour changes around here as I'm trying to infuse some autumn colour into the blog. I wanted fresh green, because there are little leaves sprouting about as the summer burn fades from memory. But after a tussle with Blogger, this is what I got. Still contemplating de-camping to Wordpress. Any thoughts from anyone about that?
I went to the Australian Quilt Convention yesterday, in the gorgeous Royal Exhibition Building. But I forgot my camera! (No room in my purse, next to the two balls of wool, the crochet, and the half-depleted bag of chocolate buttons). But I did remember my sketchbook and hardened my self-consiousness against the people who think that sketching in public deserves STAAAARING at. (jeesh!)
More about the lovely quilts tomorrow. My train departs in - ohholycrap - 8 minutes.