My latest project. A worship of color.
Yarn = Colinette Point 5, Dark Umber
Needle size – 17
“On paper my future will lay.
I’ll fold every failure into a crane.”
~Sleeping at Last (Quicksand)
The crane in Japan is a holy creature, said to live a thousand years, and anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes is purported to be granted one wish. As such, heavy strings of paper cranes are often given at births and weddings, and it’s a common endeavor for people who are ill or have experienced a disaster to attempt.
In Japan this is called Senbazuru.
I am setting out to make a thousand cranes. Not for a wish. Just for memory.
Crane count: 13
Here’s a peek at what is going to occupy my spare time in the next few days/weeks. Tonight I hope to begin on that divine little chain and that heavenly purple yarn. Now, if you’re very, very smart, you might be able to guess what I’m doing. Otherwise, be in suspense for a while.
The drawings and text below are for another project that shall remain nameless. But lemme tell you, I am so stoked about it.
I’ve had three ginormous tubs of yarn in my closet for nigh on a year now. And despite my best intentions, I haven’t gotten around to sorting it until just now. Having nothing better to do yesterday morning, I thought only a little and dove in before I could think out of it. Result = one and half tubs for myself, and two large bags full of giveaway and donation. Oh black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, two bags full.
It’s been one of the biggest regrets of my infirmity that I cannot knit at present. Knitting would aggravate the swollen muscles right now, and so…I sit. And read. Or watch telly. Or blog. About knitting, but unable to knit. I hope you don’t understand my pain. It’s horrid.
Hopefully, with any luck and strong medicine, I will be able to once again take up my needles of truth and restore myself to order. Going through all my yarn spins projects out of thin air and into my head faster than one can say ‘purl’. Soooo many ideas…..
So, in the meantime, I can take pictures of projects in stasis and make lists of more projects to be completed (or half-completed). I think half of my yarn is tied up right now in half-finished articles waiting to be cannibalized. Oh the joys.
Music of the moment: Fairytale Lullaby – Bombay Bicycle Club
If you want to ride a rainbow, come with me
And I will take you to the magic purple sea
And maybe we will find a thousand sugar fish
When you eat them they will grant your every wish
Summer has descended upon us, with all its usual vengeance and blunt force. Walking from store to store, the air sends its hot breath of welcome like a hairdryer. Yet there is something so vital in the heat; like feeling the knowledge of your own life through pain. And yes, I am saying that heat is a pain. A large, unwieldy and cumbersome pain.
But summer is a good time to get things done. For starters, I have no school this term, as I decided (go me and my indomitable creativity) that I would not go this time. As I have for the past two years. Ugh.
So instead, I started a nice thought-list of things to get done. Not to do. To get done. Big difference there.
So, after nearly a month, have I gotten anything done? Well, sort of. I have settled down to a semi-consistent pattern, and certain circumstances have fizzled to a steady murmur of disruption, and now I can set to my plans with haste. So I say.
I have a list of things to save for: another road-trip (hazy), a telescope of globular proportions (spiffy), a high-quality camera ($$$), Lego robotics (nerdvana), and a home weather station (yeah, I don’t know why either).
And I daily try to dig for inspiration and motivation for art and crafting and such. Curse me and my fickle, on-and-off relationship with creativity. I shall wrestle you into something workable, fiend!
Oh, and something cute from Jenzet.