Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Interlude, with crochet-edged pillow


Shaun White, you magnificent thing.  I love you, no matter what.  I’ve got to get my hands on one of those patchworky Team USA snowboard coats.  Want, want, want.   Hey, people, how’s it going?  I have been knitting so much my knuckles are totally killing me, and all of it--all of it--is gray, which is getting tedious as far as telling you about it goes.  I feel like you must be sick of my gray phase; it isn’t much to look at, and there’s not much to report, either.  It’s plain, it’s gray.  Yup.  The high levels of grayness do add to my potential for success, though, because I am pretty likely to wear it all when it’s done.   Although, have you seen Lucy’s poncho?  Dang.  That is making me nuts, I love it so much. 

I managed to sew something.


Sewing doesn’t happen much for me in the winter.  I am kind of a hedonist, and it is just so warm and nice in the other room, beside the fire.  If I close the doorway curtain, it gets so tropical and sultry, I can hardly pry myself out of there.  I did make this pillow cover—ten minutes of measuring, cutting, and sewing, and then two comfy hours of crocheting the edging, guess where?  That’s right.  I’m afraid I have worn a me-shaped groove in one end of the couch.  Well, unless you’re into snowmobiling, that’s how we do winter in my neighborhood.  I make no excuses.  I don’t like to be cold. 


That’s a (thrifted!) piece of plaid flannel with a crocheted cotton edging.  I sewed the pillow cover first, then blanket-stitched around it, followed by a round of sc, and then a round of simple shells.  What is it about pillows, anyway?  I feel like a new pillow changes everything.  Throw one on a chair and I love the whole room all over again.


Gah, it’s so cold.  Is the sun shining where you are?  Tell me all about it!  Really, I want to hear.  Tell me about your flowering trees, and crocuses, and short sleeves.  I’ll live vicariously through you.