Monday, September 25, 2006
I picked up this truely inspirational book at my LYS, Knitique, last week. This is the first knitting book to bring me to tears.
Yes, there are projects. Yes, there is beautiful photography. Yes, it's well written and produced.
But, no, it is not your everyday knitting tome.
Images of clumsy prison convicts armed with yarn and needles to knit for orphans in middle eastern countries is just not something one thinks about. But one of the many charitable and peaceful things you will read about in "Knitting for Peace" by Betty Christiansen.
I hope you enjoy it and are as inspired as I was to go forth an make a difference "one stich at a time". Have a great day!
Posted by MaryC at 9:07 AM
Thursday, September 14, 2006
In all the craziness I never posted the picture of the finished Hempathy Tank. This yarn is wonderful and I plan on using it again. The pattern needed a bit of tweeking but all-in-all was a good knit.
Yarn: Hempathy "Elsebeth Lavold"
Needles: US2 Addis
Posted by MaryC at 5:32 PM
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
I am sorting through things lately. Not just stuff, but my life in general. Trying to define what this phase of living is going to be about. In the cycle of Maiden, Mother and Crone, I am now in Crone.
The previous two phases where fabulous, but I am unsure as to the path to follow in the last one.
A path I have every intention of defining myself. The last two phases had too much of "others" involved and dependent upon, to be entirely mine.
But this one, this last phase, this is all mine. And I intent to LIVE it. That being said, knitting brings much joy to my life, as does the writing of a good mystery. The knitting will remain my semi-private indulgence, but the writing will become public. It is a dream I have had for ages and am now undertaking with a vengence. Writing classes have begun along with manditory sessions were my butt is in a chair and my brain is engaged in the tedious process of page after page after page of what can only be explained as pure fear, not for my characters, but me. Oh, the fear! What if I fail? Fail? Hell, what if I succeed? That is almost more frightening. But as with everything I have ever done, there comes a point were you just say "Fuck it" I am jumping in with both feet. I will learn as I go and "I ... will... win." Here goes.........................splash!
Posted by MaryC at 10:40 AM