You should go and see the window of Page & Blackmore, our wonderful Nelson book store. This weekend they made a very colourful display of all the entries to their "Wild Tea Cosies" competition. You might recognise my entry under way in a previous post. I've been busy with anything geometric this year and so far pyramids have ruled the roost.
Showing posts with label the box. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the box. Show all posts
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
the box
I keep writing about dyeing, but the work that makes most steady progress lives in a box. This is what the box looks like right now.
We are TV-free, but usually go through a few DVDs every week. When the film starts, on one side sits hubby, on the other: the box.
Also when the whole family travels somewhere further, read more than 20 minutes in the car, the box comes along, since I don't fancy sitting idle on the passenger's seat. In some curious way I can happily knit while hubby negotiates hills and bends, but if I was reading I'd be carsick.
The contents are without fail some yarn and dpn knitting needles, crochet hook, needles and scissors. I always seem to knit in the round. And when it's crochet, mostly that goes round in circles too.

The box produces mundane items for various people I care about, things to keep feet, heads and hearts warm.

I think about filling the box with silk, felt, thread and needles, but somehow that doesn't happen. My myopic eyes get the blame.
We are TV-free, but usually go through a few DVDs every week. When the film starts, on one side sits hubby, on the other: the box.
Also when the whole family travels somewhere further, read more than 20 minutes in the car, the box comes along, since I don't fancy sitting idle on the passenger's seat. In some curious way I can happily knit while hubby negotiates hills and bends, but if I was reading I'd be carsick.
The contents are without fail some yarn and dpn knitting needles, crochet hook, needles and scissors. I always seem to knit in the round. And when it's crochet, mostly that goes round in circles too.

The box produces mundane items for various people I care about, things to keep feet, heads and hearts warm.
I think about filling the box with silk, felt, thread and needles, but somehow that doesn't happen. My myopic eyes get the blame.
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