A month ago, I stood, poised on a precipice, ready to turn my back on my comfortable knitting world of cotton yarn and flat squares of dishcloths,
ready to leap into the world of a shaped garment knit out of luscious cashmere and merino wool made for a tiny, perfect baby girl (coming niece).
I looked down into that abyss, weighed my options, and then I picked up my skirt and ran, hauled it out of there! I know myself, and that abyss was deep, dark, and dangerous.
It's something about the sewing and fitting. As Rebecca ** said in her last post about sewing together crochet circles into an afghan, "the sewing together kills the joy." Aaah, my thoughts exactly!
Ever since a home ec class project which had a sleeve with a cuff that involved facing, interfacing, clipped seams, and a buttonhole that had to be picked out and moved, sewing has left me slightly shaken.
Couldn't do it. Couldn't knit the sweater. Could . . . not . . . do . . . it!
So, I fled. And, in fact, I fled so far that now (in the spirit of fully embracing my female prerogative), I'm going to crochet instead of knit, make bootees instead of a sweater, and use silk instead of cashmere.
But it's still for the same longingly-awaited, tiny, perfect baby girl. I'll show you the bootees when I'm done.
If I don't change my mind again and decide to make a cap tatted out of cotton.
**(By the way, Rebecca's blog is Poshyarns and is a great place to see fabulous sewing and knitting. You get all the vicarious pleasure of enjoying exquisite sewn pieces and intiricate knitting without ever lifting your needle!!)
You tat?!!! Oh my goodness. My grandmother tatted and it's so hard to find anyone who does that!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your project~ anything you choose will be beautiful.