I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting in the uncomfortable. There’s a dark wash of color on my hook, and moments when we’re desperately trying to hang on to the light, capturing the late blooms in crochet and making jewels with the lavender from grandmas garden. It’s October, it’s familiar.
It took a moment or two, I’m usually all in, straight off, but for this I wanted more, I wanted just the right things to make them perfect.
I’ve been button obsessed for as long as I can remember, collecting them, trading them, pinning them to jackets, jeans, hats, bags & packs. As a kid I didn’t have any money, so most of my collection was promotional freebies, with the occasional Snoopy or Ziggy thrown in. I remember getting a library one from the Bookmobile (our small town mobile library), oh, and anyone else remember the BOOK IT Pizza Hut reading program ..I think I was mostly in it for the free badge and mini pizzas!
Fast forward 20 years and that pin love was still there, so I treated myself to a button maker, it was confusing and fumbly and inconsistent and while I had fun making my own custom pinbacks, I couldn’t produce a consistent quality badge. I loved the ones that turned out, but was frustrated at the waste to get one good. Fast forward another 15 years and here we are, my cute ideas officially on paper, an upgraded button maker, USA made parts and pieces, lovingly hand pressed one by one in my little studio.
I made it for me, because I love that question .. I made it for you, because maybe you do too ♡
Pink Moons ♡
I say “lowercase official” because I don’t plan on being a big O – Official button factory, I’m keeping it simple and handmade and mostly buttons for stitchers and makers and buttery cracker lovers.
I will just start by saying, I am a monogamous knitter, I just am, just as I am a slow poke English knitter. I’ve tried to be the opposite of these two things and it just takes away the joy of making for me. I have tried to start multiple projects but the guilt, stress and loss of interest in juggling wips is enough to have me sit and do nothing.
I have tried to “speed” myself up continentally and have come to understand, I don’t want to speed up the process, I like the slow build, I like the mediative movements, the even stitches and few hiccups I encounter because I am focused and paying attention. For these same reasons I am also not a public/social knitter, and that is OK, we are all OK, no matter what your preferences (in tools, habits, yarn choices or projects) as long as you are making what makes you feel good, you are perfect, don’t let anyone tell you different.
The yarn was 2 years in stash holding, a souvenir from Boston, and a little more rustic (aka scratchy) than I usually like, but I fell hard for the color and the idea that this wool would at some point become something wonderful.
Yes, it’s a little weird shaped, sure, I’ve never made, let alone worn an A-line cowl, but I was 100% committed to trying. While I’m still not sure I love this or hate this or if I can even comfortably wear it without being smothered (I might be a legit itchy hot mess), it felt good to try something new, push my boundaries, refine my opinions, expand my cold weather wearables and inch just a little closer to knowing and understanding what makes me happy.