I know they are identified as passe, these poor old blogs.
Truly, though, I miss them. In these days of all the drama that passes for interaction and all the clickbait that passes for news, I miss them even more.
Life may have moved beyond blogs. I still confess, though, that I follow many. I want to hear about the life beyond the blogs. I even want to hear the messiness that some seem to object to: the truth that human beings living in communities will have opinions about communities and may take action based on those opinions.
I'm even a little bummed for the folks who seem to need to demand the escapism of "blogs beyond life." How dare they, some folks protest, how dare someone post an opinion about politics on their Instagram or podcast or blog - we came here for the distraction.
I don't know that I"m going anywhere grand with this. I will just be glad of the folks that are willing to share. I am thankful of the folks that recognize and value the life beyond blogs. I'm living outside of them, and I'm thankful they are mindfully doing so, too.
I needed a small moment on a tiny soap box. It wasn't important, and it won't rattle anyone's life nor distract from their distractions.
Ooh look. Knitting. (Wow, my pictures have gotten worse...)
13 December 2016
This was a great idea. My friend organizes a bunch of crafters to make hats for charity in celebration of her dad's birthday. I made this sturdy and dense, generously sized beanie of 2-ply worsted from Maine. The green is a leftover (and there is still a bit leftover) from a Sabbathday Lake skein that became workman' fingerless gloves. The navy is Bartlett Yarns, also a sturdy 2-ply. I'd purchased enough decades ago to make a sweater. Then it worked its way into a fabric messenger bag, so I have only a few skeins on hand anymore. Seriously bought those yarns about twenty years ago. I think there need to be more hats and mittens for the charity bin.
The Knitvember hat went in the December bin for the Lakeview Pantry:
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12 November 2016
03 July 2016
This picnic blanket is a wedding gift (due for a wedding this evening). I meant to be prudent and use what I have at home. Happens I needed the ants, and I wanted to match the laminated fabric (already at home) tote bag I made for the gift. Most of the top fabric was purchased the way things go - the chickadee went with the bag, as did the green and the bold multi picked up other colors in the bag. The polka dots were a nice foil - this is the path that leads to towering shelves of stash.
Fortunately for stash utilization, both turquoise pieces were on hand, leftovers from the graduation quilt explosion of the past couple years. That rounded out the front and covered the backing. Similarly, I had an excess of purple binding prepped from one of the graduation quilts - 6" or so more than I needed. Serendipity.
I am about to head out for the morning. Will also be tackling one of those other summer projects: donations! I have a large bag of felt to drop off for an arts studio youth class. This afternoon I will stitch the last stretch - it is pinned and ready to go. Started cutting out squares last Saturday, so that's a pretty good week!
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04 June 2016
Who cares? Done now. Hasty machine quilting, less hasty binding, and it is done.
On to the next finish line - a series of finish lines, all within the year of "it's okay to deliver wedding gifts within the year of the wedding."
October and March: I see you and will get these done by August, finished ahead of the finish line.
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