I love color. I have in the past purchased yarn, fabric remnants, and embroidery silks simply because there they were in technicolor(s), calling to me. Oh, those shades, those bold, striking, seductive colors!!, all while being fully aware that they were 99.999% never gong to be used by me for anything because I am not crafty. I always pass them along, eventually, to someone who will and who is.
My grandmother tried to teach me to knit. It was boring, the yarn – which was pale blue – got dirty because it took me so long and it took me so long because it was – to me – boring. Still, I envy those for whom it is a meditative retreat while waiting, while watching the news, while the snow falls – and they end up with something useful and often very beautiful. Sorry, grandma, it was never going to happen.
Recently, I discovered a local talent, doing what I believe is called crewel work? Not sure – does it matter? Regardless, I plan on commissioning a wee rug from her, for a friend, for her birthday in March, for the fun of it. She does people’s pets, but I don’t need a rug with Diego’s mug on it. Tho, he is so handsome he’d make a great subject. I appreciate people who craft, a lot. I just ain’t one of ’em! Some day, maybe.
Hahahahahahahahaha. No.
If you love these, as I do – lmk and I will share the artist’s deets.
