And look! Bricks!
Whaddayerthink? Moderately bricklike, no?
I’ve been muchly busy with my crochet hook, trying out different stitches in search of the perfect masonry. I think we’re getting reasonably bricklike, here. (Trust a lass, ya dinnae want ter see my earlier attempts.) I’m working on a new project. Two new projects, actually, one knitted skirt and one crocheted house-like-thing-I’ll-tell-you-about-soonish. It’s fun to stretch both of these crafting muscles at once.
I do love creating utterly new projects. A ball of wool can become anything with the aid of hook or needle – how cool is that? And right now, I’m feeling hopeful that the bonkers mis-wiring in my brain (trust me on that: I’m a clinical psychologist so I recognise a mis-wired brain when I inhabit one) has created a couple of ideas that will inspire you. Patterns will follow once I’ve ta-da’d the projects.
Obviously new ideas require yarn, lots of yarn, but that’s OK because all that frivolous cash we were frittering away on fripperies like food and water can easily be diverted to yarn, can it not?
More details and colourful yarn-porn is most definitely to follow. For now, all I will say is that the knitted project is a stranded skirt with a rather funky innovation, and the crochet is not clothing but most definitely involves brickwork. And grass. And roses. And potentially even a boot-scraper.
Anyway, back to right now. There are two socks! Hurrah! See my previous post about not photographing the blighters in a ballet-position-perfect light and pose, but I’ve been at work or commuting throughout daylight hours for the past couple of days. So you’ll have to make do with this:-
Now, you’re probably thinking, ‘Pah, she didn’t even bother to match the colour gradations!’ but actually, you’d be wrong. You see, it’s like this. I used to wear matching socks. Really, I did. But then a few years ago the Toddler Twinnage were born (and they’re identical twins, so much so that even I struggle to tell them apart). And I started to think, ‘Hmm, with matching twins, maybe matching socks is just a little bit of a match too far.’ So I started dressing the twins in mismatched socks, a habit that naturally then spread to my own hosiery, too. And that, my friends, is why I have made not the slightest attempt to align the yarn colour changes for my two socks.
Anyway forgive me, but I must get back to my brickwork.