But I have been busy. The jellyfish proceeds, and looks less like a jellyfish, although it keeps getting bigger.
Also, I learned a new technique: short row heels. Which are very slightly more satisfying to knit than flap heels, although I have to withhold judgement on whether or not they’re any good to wear until I have a full pair of socks, because I can tell you right now that just the one sock is no good at all.
(I made the one on the right. I’m wearing the one on the left. I find, as does my cohort, that things get finished faster when you’re knitting them for someone else. As long as you like the other person, anyway, and they’re around to look at you mournfully when you’re not working on their thing…)
Also I got out my sewing machine (I wonder if Bernina is, perhaps, the Mac of the sewing world…) and started piecing some quilt tops – a wall-hanging and a full-sized one, as well as a couple of experiments which we’ll just call coasters and not look at too closely.
I may have gotten overenthusiastic with the zigzag stitch, so consider it an embellishment and don’t look too closely at the applique technique – the full-sized quilt will be put together properly, I promise. That’s why I’m practicing with small decorative objects. Well, that and I can’t bear to throw away some of this scrap – which just screams crazy quilt, am I right?
All I’ve got to do now is practice actual quilting, finish a useful blanket, and get my grubby little hands on the quilt blocks formerly belonging to – if I recall correctly – my great-grandmother. Which will make a lovely quilt, unless I’m quite mistaken, and absolutely must be hand-quilted. Durn it. That’s going to take actual time.
But that’s ok. I can handle taking some time. Really. Instant gratification is overrated. Proper strawberries grown in actual dirt without bizarre chemicals, however, are not. In fact, it’s the only way I like strawberries at all.
