Not so long ago, I went into my colleagues’ office and declared I was going to propose a research project for an upcoming professional learning day.
“Who’s going to join my project on Knitting for Mindfulness and Community Connection?” I asked.
Surprisingly (or, hopefully, unsurprisingly), I had a lot of support. The only down side is that I’m pretty sure Knitting for Mindfulness and Community Connection is not a priority in a school. People tend to want to focus on topics such as curriculum or anything related to the whole teaching process. You know, the actual focus of a school. It’s a shame, because I reckon my project would do a lot of good. Continue reading
There’s a duet of questions you get asked whenever someone discovers you knitting and it goes a little like this:
“What are you knitting?”
Every knitter loves hearing this question – it’s exciting to be able to share our
obsessive habit crafty skills with people, mainly in the hopes that we’ll induct them into the Secret Society of Knitters and thereby advance our plan of introducing world peace by getting everyone to sit down and knit.
Preferably with a cuppa.
Or wine and cheese; we’re pretty flexible that way. Just… don’t bring your lacework or fair isle to these ones. And… possibly expect to un-do a lot of the knitting you do at these ones. Actually, it might be best to stick with tea. Continue reading
Once upon a time, I was given a bookmark that quickly became my favourite. It was made of fabric with glorious stars on one side and another pattern on the other that I can’t remember (clearly I didn’t look at this side quite as much). Small weights were sealed in either end to keep the bookmark in place or to hold down fly-away pages if you happened to be reading in a breeze, which happens more often than you might think.
As time went by and the well-loved bookmark kept my place in book after book, certain wear and tear began to take place. A little hole here. A little patch there.
Eventually, I had to face facts: if I didn’t do something soon, the weights were going to fall out of the rapidly-developing holes and my bookmark would be no more. But I didn’t want a new bookmark, so what could I do? Continue reading
We’re eight days into the new year and it’s just as well I didn’t make a resolution to be less lazy or have a more regular presence on my blog because I’d have failed that before I even began. Luckily, I’ve never been into resolutions and I think I’ve worked out why: they imply that the old you was rubbish in some way. “New year, new you!” is the catch-cry. Because the old you is useless. The old you is too lazy or unfit or bad at croquet (or whichever sport is trendy with the hipsters now). It’s no wonder resolutions don’t work: they put us in a defeatist frame of mind before we even begin.
So forget that. Resolutions are out; goals are in. Continue reading
Welcome back to Take Me Back Tuesdays, where we take a look at the past as revealed through Things I Found In Op Shops. I had a couple of contenders for this edition of Take Me Back Tuesdays, but they were rudely shoved aside when I stepped into a Healesville op shop and found this particular mystery. Continue reading
For a moment there, I considered starting this post in mysterious fashion, talking about how my latest sewing project isn’t going to be for me and should take less time because I’ll be sewing for someone a lot smaller than me. Two smaller someones, in fact.
Then I realised everyone would probably think I was pregnant with twins, so I decided to give the cryptic approach a miss and come straight out with it: I’m going to play with dolls. Continue reading
This Saturday marks a fortnight of being in our new house. It also marks a fortnight since I last knitted something or worked on my latest sewing project and this is driving me insane. Watching TV without some knitting to hand feels like an utter waste.
Part of the problem is that I need to buy some new wool to keep going on one of my projects; the other problem lies in the fact that we have A View and it’s rather tempting at times to simply sit there and stare at it.
But can you blame me when it does things like this? Continue reading
Things have been a little quiet around here lately and a lot of the blame can be laid at the doorstep of a huge change I’m doing my best to ignore. I mean, moving house isn’t that big a deal, is it? It pretty much happens by itself, right?
Oh, but it doesn’t and I don’t know where to start (despite moving four times in the past ten years). So I’ve been burying myself in knitting and denial, both of which are progressing splendidly.
In fact, the knitting is going so splendidly that I’m currently in the middle of this: Continue reading
Sometimes I just need to come here and shout, “Look what I got!” because I have so much excitement in me that I have to share it before I explode.
Remember a little while back when I recommended that you let your family and friends know you’re a mad keen collector of porcelain cats? Or 1970s pottery? Or doilies? Or whatever it might be? Well I am back with further proof that it’s the best course of action in the form of a stack of vintage patterns I received from my mother-in-law the other day. There I was, walking down the hall after sorting out a television issue when I spotted an interesting pile of paper that caused my vintage knitting pattern radar to go off.
“My vintage knitting pattern radar just went off,” I said to the aforementioned mother-in-law. I always find it’s best to utter your inner thoughts aloud if you want other people to be aware of them.
“Oh yes, they’re for you,” she said. Continue reading
This blog has been going for over fifty posts now and I think I’ve reached a level where I’m comfortable enough to admit some things to you all. In this spirit of sharing and openness, I have a confession to make: I first started collecting old knitting patterns for the lols.
I didn’t even own a single pair of knitting needles.
I thought I was going to stick to crochet forever.
But seriously, old knitting patterns, especially from the sixties and seventies, are full of the most amazing craziness you are ever likely to see. This craziness reaches a whole new level when it comes to crochet pattern books, however. Continue reading