Sunday morning I woke from a dream in which I was rescuing swimmers from sharp-toothed alligators. No murky waters can stop ME! Beware, dangerous creatures of the deep.
My life isn’t really THAT exciting. I’ve only skinny dipped once. Squirting Ready Whip directly into my mouth feels sinful and awesome. And I’ve never rescued anyone from any dangerous animal, that I can remember. Does squashing ants count?
I remember once, long ago, thinking, “Knitting is for wimps and little old ladies.”
I also remember thinking, “I’ll never like cooking. And gardening’s right up there too.”
Ah, well… I had some growing up to do. I still do. But now I at least give things a try before poo-pooing them. Usually. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not going to be Crocodile Dundee…but I am a knitter.
Funny. I keep discovering things I once poo-pooed that are ENORMOUSLY fun! There is a wide window for creativity with knitting, as I’m finding with a star pattern right now.
I made a Knit Star for my son Quinn to chew. It’s a little more like a pillow than the Christmas ornament it was meant to be originally. Heh heh. Darn yarn weight…
I enjoyed working the pattern so much, I’m doing it again and making it into a wall hanging. Each picture in this post is part of the process. When I have a few free minutes, I sit with two double point needles, a pair of scissors and a crochet hook, and work a very light, thin yarn.
One by one, star points come off my needles. I’ve made so many now that I can start stitching them together into a radial design – sort of an expanding, exploding star. I’ll update you as I go.
My goal is to fill our home with beautiful handmade things that show my love for our family, and my absolute ADDICTION to creativity.
Just for the record, if I had to, I’d wrestle an alligator for anyone in my family. I bet you would for yours, too. And we’d give ’em a good poke in the eye with a needle, too.
Mick Dundee and the Pin Cushion. Check your local movie theater listings.