Todays Cakes

Roaming the already caked yarn stash. I go here first, it’s like the least risky option, even though some of my most favorite are in here, they are somehow less prized once caked. Cake stash happens when I get super excited for a new project and I want to use my best yarns, so I pull out the bins, start digging, fall in love, spin it up and then I don’t/can’t start on my project right away, and then by the time I can, I don’t want to anymore. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Two stash cakes used and I’m so pleased ♡

Pattern : Pink Pirate by Elena Fedotova (link takes you to ravelry).

Yarn: (discontinued) Madelinetosh Feather, colorways – Scratched Record & Wild Flowers.

When the cakes just aren’t inspiring, I head to the full skeins, I especially enjoy coming across those beautiful odd balls from way back when I first started crocheting & knitting. I built most of my stash in those early years, buying one of things, freaking out over the price of yarn, having no clue what was what and just going for what made me scream inside (I still kind of do that!). Over the years I’ve trimmed down and donated skeins that weren’t right for me anymore, variety let’s you learn what you like and now I’m pickier & (mostly) happier than ever.

Never quite sure what to expect from variegated yarn. Could be good, could be bad!

Oh good, today I got watercolors ♡

Pattern: Baggy Hat by PetiteKnit (link takes you to ravelry).

Yarn: Dream in Color Classy, colorway – Milky Spite.

Past September

September, October, now November, a time lapse of seasons with unusual warmth and unusual cold, swaying between dusty dry haze and damp chill. Everyday objects on the ironing board, a lavender linen spray I sometimes spritz on fabrics prior to pressing, for times when filling my iron from the sink feels like too much work, its gentle scent is just slight enough to notice. A second spray bottle of plain old tap water, for when I’m sewing masks, while the linen spray steam turns my studio into a relaxing herbal lavender field, the smell can be a bit much sitting a ½” from your nose all day. And lastly, my large heavy iron, the kind I’ve told myself to grab in my fictional movie style break in/self defense scenarios, the ones where I only have seconds to scan my surroundings for something to defend myself with, and that frickin iron is designated the studio wepon of choice …everybody does this right?

(Some context: I love and hate being scared, I was a kid who watched way too many slasher horror movies in the 80’s and was home alone way too much and living in a rural small town all my babysitting was out in the middle of nowhere. Dark walks home after the street lights came on. Thank goodness I’ve never had to rely on my knowledge of knowing the deadliest object in my proximity skill set, but better safe than sorry!)

I ordered some pretty fabrics online, while lovely, they are thinner than I expected. I really miss the touching and handpicking and in person-ness of everything. Getting better at being ok with the disappointment that sometimes tags along these days, the overwhelming sadness of it all, but, I can’t help but feel throughly hopeful with a new president taking over.

Kiki, she always do as she please. (Note to self be more like Kiki.)

A little pile of mask trimmings, corner notch pinwheels on the cutting table.

Sour green and bubblegum pink forever.

I made a kerchief, just a giant square folded in half (right sides together), sewn (leaving a little turn hole), turned right side out, pressed and top stitched. I love it and want make a million more.

Studio casual, not taking any calls though.

Already missing the maximum vegetable levels of late summer, my heart belongs to garden cukes…