My fine fibrous friends, I have some crochet to show you. And if my tone of voice sounds defensive, please accept my apologies. I admit that the rate of yarnery around here has been way less than usual of late, thanks to marathon-training and garden-redesign. Mostly the garden-redesign. To give you an idea of quite how much I’ve been toiling away in the soil, the fingerprint-thingummy on my phone no longer recognizes my fingerprints. I’m not even sure that I still have fingerprints. (Memo to self: now might be a fabulous moment to take up crime. Aim high. The Crown Jewels, perhaps?)
And my hands are a mess of scratches and scrapes and engrained mud that refuses to be scrubbed away… which wasn’t even remotely a problem until I remembered that on Monday morning, I was booked for more standing-in-front-of-a-camera work with these people… work that was going to focus mostly on my hands. Sigh. So I spent a chunk of time that morning applying far more makeup to my hands than to my face, before heading off once again to this studio:-
I like doing this sort of work because it’s a real contrast with the day-job, and it’s fascinating to see how the studio works. I can’t really ask these people for photography tips, but boy can I observe and try to learn.
Anyway, I’m back home, in the garden, and I have yarn. A year or two ago, my parents (The Twisted Seniors) returned from a trip with these colourful balls of garden twine.
They thought I’d want to do something creative with the stuff and they were of course right, but for a long time I couldn’t figure out what I should make with this loveliness. Then three of my yarny friends came over for the evening:-
…and perhaps because it was an outdoorsy sort of evening, plant-related inspiration hit: hanging plant-holders! I have three little ceramic pots and three little succulent plants, and I realized that these might look more interesting hanging from the kitchen ceiling in crocheted holders. I got to work with a hook (and some wine).
The pattern? Well, there isn’t a pattern, but assuming I can re-create what I did the first time for the other two pots, I’ll write it all up for you in a future post. In case it’s not obvious, this is exceptionally simple hookery, and doesn’t take long
unless you’re too busy chatting and drinking to get much done.
I’m quite pleased with the result, even though it does look bit ‘rustic’, being made of rough twine. Shall we have a closer look?
Right, I’d better get on with making the other two, then…
‘Til next time, my friend.