Progress on the mossy sweater.
Oh, and did you know that today is the Blue Moon ?
And now folks, for a bit of a little break from knitting, a little something non-knitting I’d like to bring to show you.
Occasionally I get all worked up in folksy crafty sorts of projects, my latest making blackboards out of odd frames I find at thrift shops. Here’s one of two identical, (two frames @ 25cents a piece), which I stained with espresso and sprayed with shellac , then mounted the matte-black-painted fiber-board . . .
And the other twin, has become my grocery shopping list . . .
which I painted red,
and which I am going to give to my girlfriend who has a birthday this month . . .
And another which is made from an old frame (50cents )
is now in my work space of my knitting loft, reminding me of upcoming
Knitterly Things To Do. . .
And just in case I’ve made Yarnings a bit ‘ Yawnings ‘ , it’s time for a bedtime story.
A totally nonsensical story about a bit of Thingsy-ness.
Here goes :
Once upon a time there was a knitter who lived in the woods. A Woodsy Knitter.
She had a few quirky obsessions. One in particular, (besides chalk-boards, which is rather random, and not really about knitting, unless it’s about listing Knitterly Things To Do) is related to hand-made garments and such… well , sort of.
“Oh really? What is that?” asked Little Red Riding Hood, eyes as big as saucers, as she pulled back the hood to her red cape, and little golden locks of hair bounced around her face.
“I like to collect old wooden hangers.” Said the Woodsy Knitter, while accepting a too-hot bowl of porridge from Mama Bear.
“Oh I see.” Said Hansel, to Gretel, in a very thick German accent , with pastry crumbs falling out of his mouth as he spoke, landing on his sister.
“But now my collection has refined to the particular ones which have advertisements of old Cleaners and Dyers on them. ” Said the Woodsy Knitter, and then added ” I just found these, only 25cents a piece, yesterday ! ”
“Oh, yes, very nice, very nice !!!” Said Gretel to Hansel, but very annoyed as she brushed crumbs off of her sleeve.
” Also other kinds of wooden hangers too, ” said the Woodsy Knitter ” like these old beauties, and also the ones which are completely rounded. This one I found yesterday as well…odd how long the wire handle is…”
“How odd indeed ” Said the Three Piggies, all in unison !!!
And the Woodsy Knitter replied ” But now , the very very strange thing about these advertisements stamped on them, is how I have collected them over the years, and of all the couple of dozen or so, no two are alike . “
“Not any?” Howled the Big Bad Wolf, questioningly, and gruffly, as his brows furrowed upon closer inspection.
“No, really, check them out ! You may have to click the photo and enlarge to notice the names, and old-as-the-hills three-digit phone numbers. Also, most of them are from my home state of California, but not all.” Said the Woodsy Knitter
Then they all went on their merry way, into their own stories, after looking at the Woodsy Knitter’s crafty chalkboards, mossy knitting, and wooden hangers.
The fog broke.
The sun shone through the trees in the woods,
and the Woodsy Knitter resumed with her knitting,
and they all lived happily ever after.