It’s pretty awesome, I have to admit, sharing living space with another knitter. (We sometimes enable each other). My sister has started her Icarus shawl. I’m both envious and enthralled. This morning, she got up, got herself tea, spent about 5 minutes online and then sat down with her shawl again. She’s also made “ooh” noises while looking at this pattern, and I can’t say as I blame her. I’d like a set or three too, please. (None of this is exactly helping me with the stash-busting, but so far I am keeping a steady pace. No extravagant cheating as of this time.)
On Sunday we went to a friend’s house for a scrapbooking party (it is possible this has a scrapbooky-vocabulary kind of name, but I don’t know what it is). Now, I’ll come right out and say that the paper just plain does not speak to me like the yarn does, so there is no danger of me suddenly taking up a second craft
obsession addiction interest, but I do admit there is some skill and design knowledge involved. It’s not quite as easy as I thought.
We were all given the pieces and demonstrated how to make a card, and then left to do our own. M and I couldn’t resist being contrary, so we tried to lay things out a little differently than how we were told.
My bold moves were twofold. First (and shamelessly stolen from M, who quickly started a trend by not merely ripping the edges of her patterned card but using those ripped edges as design features laid over top of the rest of the card), I used my ripped edges and laid them in a kind of cross-ways fashion. Then I stuck the ‘thinking of you’ circle over that. Second, I tipped the card to stand on the vertical axis, while we had been demonstrated to do the horizontal axis.
(It’s possible we were too contrary for the scrapbooking world. I’m still trying to gauge the culture.)
One thing really stood out for me, though, as I compared this crafting enterprise with knitting. (Like you do.) Once you’ve cut something, or punched it, or stamped it, or glued it, that sucker has been cut or punched or stamped or glued and there is no going back. You have to either live with your mistakes or start over. I have to respect that, because it does put a whole lot of emphasis on the patience and effort put into each individual step. But hey, with knitting? We can just rip out our mistakes and start over. Even if we cut the wrong thing, there are ways of fixing. Ends can be tied or spliced, crossed-cables can be reversed, dropped stitches can be found again. Knitting lets you be fearless and impatient, heck, it practically dares you. The yarn will still be there.