Life in the Craft Lane - Weaving my Ancestor's Voices

OK, so I stole the title from a Sheila Chandra tune that has a remote significance to this blog. Reaching for straws you mught say.

Straight Gay Friend's partner, aw hell, I guess I could call her Trucking Dyke, but if I com eout of this with a black eye, I'll tell her at leaset it wasn't Lipstick Lesbian...... anyway, TD has a Knifty Knitter that she has been cranking out hats with for about two months. Board meetings, parent meetings, casual visits in her kitchen. What do I do? I bought me a set before flying off to Yeehawland. I made a hat at home and didn't know how to get it off the loom so I improvised crocheting. (BTW, crochet improvisation should only be attemped by people who actually know how to crochet.) And then on the plane, I made a hat for the Girl. And in the three days i have been in YHL, three hats and half a scarf (I ran out of yarn and don't have a hope of getting more until a return to the Land of Evergreens and Salmon). Cousin Girl saw me working on the girls sparkly blue hat, asked me what I was doing. when she found out it was for the Girl, she rubbed it longingly with the purposeful glance of someone angling to get something from me for free. I remained unmoved. Only because I already have a hat made for her hiding in my suitcase.

Misterpher has asked for a blanket, so I will finish the scarf for LOML, a scarf for me and a hatfor Kabloey before I plan a blanket for him.

It's fun, it's fast and the learning curve is a virtual falt line - except for that crocheting part. But I am having a blast make Aladdin Jasmine ponytails for the top of girls' hats.