Before I married him, NQW bought a house in Vermont. It is an 1806 Federal that…needed a lot of work. After touring the house for the first time, one friend commented that there wasn’t “one square inch of house that didn’t need at least two things done to it”. Eight years later, the house has running water and the green asphalt shingles have been removed. There is heat and appliances and most of the (larger) indigenous wildlife has moved out.
When he bought it, there was something approaching one hundred glass canning jars of all ages, shapes and sizes in the basement. Many had well preserved fruit or vegetables still inside. I have a thing for Ball jars and NQW has a thing for things he found in the basement of the house. We cleaned them all out and decided to use them in our wedding.
In keeping with the theme, Big and I made candles of assorted colors in small
jars and labeled them for table cards and favors for our guests.
I haven’t discussed politics here because (until now) I felt that the time I spent crafting was sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted by nasty, grumpy, unpleasant things. Crafting is a place where I go to escape. If I let politics infiltrate my sacred space than where would I go to get away? I don’t feel that way anymore. I realized recently that my creative energy is fed by all of my thoughts – even the frustrated or angry ones.
So today I’ll discuss politics.
Here is my plea: to all who supported Hillary Clinton: Please get behind Barack Obama. Please do whatever you can to get him elected. Yes, I was a Hillary supporter. I did it quietly and with a few reservations, but I did it. And now, I’m going to do all I can to support Obama. This time, maybe not so quietly.
Before I get to the craft content here, there’s obvious business to take care of. Yes, that is an orange corduroy sofa and yes it’s next to a wall that is, in fact, painted orange as well. Let’s start with the wall. It was supposed to be a room for my son to play in. I actually love the orange for a sunny place to play. It’s cheerful in there even on rainy days. As our family evolved (more on that another post) we needed the room to be more of an office-studio-family-play-room. The sofa belonged to my parents who purchased it in approximately 1970 when orange corduroy was more, shall we say, acceptable. It happens to be extremely comfortable and absolutely perfect for it’s given purpose (save of course the fact that it is orange corduroy).
Moving on. I knit the blanket for Little while I was pregnant last year. It’s Koigu Kersti and the pattern is worked from one corner increasing and yarn-overing until the desired width and then decreasing and yarn-overing. It was very fun (for a blanket) and I love the yarn’s texture and colors but we have never ever used it.