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Thanks to all the shops that allowed me to use their pictures! I’d love to have you all join Facebook group!
Stitch Marker Row Counters
Thanks to all the shops that allowed me to use their pictures! I’d love to have you all join Facebook group!
From left to right these are a Pocket Bag (my new favorite), WIP bag (still love the drawstring), Spinning Bucket (perfect for your spinning project)
Where you can find Denise:
Feb.18th Ithaca Loves Teachers La Tourelle Spa, Ithaca, NY
June 8th and 9th Central NY Fiber Festival Bouckville, NY
Sept.7th and 8th Endless Mountains Fiber Festival Harford, Pa.
Sept. 21st and 22nd Finger Lakes Fiber Festival Hemlock, NY
Oct,12th and 13th Little York Fall Fiber Festival Little York, NY
Nov. 17th Holiday Marketplace Temple Concord Binghamton, NY
Denise is also a member of The Black Cat Gallery in Owego, NY
You can also email her. sdtarbox at frontier dot com
She opened the shutters to let in the daylight and sighed heavily. Another day, another mysterious delivery. Her milk and bread for breakfast were sitting on top of the large paper-wrapped bale. At least this prison kept her fed, and gave her something to do each day.
She gazed out the tiny barred window while nibbling on the fresh bread. There were clouds on the horizon today and the breeze was cold. She could see the tiny spec of the shepherd boy, maybe a mile away, building a fire on the edge of the wood. The sheep were clustered close together. She made up stories about his adventures. She wondered if he knew she was imprisoned up here, wherever it was. There was a driver with a cartload of wool slowly making his way toward her. There weren’t any other people in view, it was cold out today.
The first time she had a package delivery, she thought the mess of tangled yarns was for her personal use. She had received a variety of books and handicraft tools over the last few years, they clearly knew she was valuable and some education and skill worth fostering. Her fire was always sufficient, and her meals regular, if simple. The cat had arrived by accident, but they let her keep it.
The yarns were always gorgeous. Soft finely spun fibers, differing weights and a whole rainbow of colors. Some yarns were single colors, tangled with complimentary colors. But her favorites were the ones that a single skein changed from one color to the next to the next. She envisioned socks in bright stripes, warm jumper with billowing sleeves for the coldest wither nights in the dark mottled hues, an elf costume for the cat. Although she never tried dressing the cat, she was pretty sure that the cat would not return from his nightly prowl if she did.
The first time the yarn disappeared, she wasn’t sure why. It was several days before another bale arrived. After the second bale, they left her a single skein for herself. She made a pair of socks. From then on it was a daily delivery. Once, she had felt rebellious and decided not to untangle the yarn. They had given her one day grace, then her fire went out and no food was delivered. This was a job she had to do if she wanted to stay warm and eat.
She carefully picked through todays bale, separating the yarns out and balling up each one. It was easily enough for a cozy jumper, two if you made them for children. She spent all day picking, untying knots, and wrapping carefully. She tried to figure out how so much yarn had come to be tangled into this horrid mess bigger than her cat. The cat made no indication that he knew either. At the end of the day she stacked the balls on the tiny cart with the empty dinner dishes by the heavy barred door, knowing they would be gone and replaced with another knotted messy bale in the morning.
She opened the shutters to let in the daylight, and sighed heavily. When she turned around expecting another paper wrapped bale of tangled yarn, there was instead the food cart with breakfast, a set of beautiful, tiny, wooden needles and one skein of yarn. As she moved toward it, the sunlight touched the ball and the unmistakable shine of gold froze her in her tracks.
This is Orlando the Marmalade Cat II, also known as Brolando, Lando
Before I paused to take the picture, my daughter came in and exclaimed, “AWWWW!! you are so cozy!” Yes, very. A lot has been said about the mentally restorative powers of yarn arts and pet ownership, some very serious scientists have researched these avenues to healing and found very positive results.
Every pet owner can corroborate the peace that the unconditional love our pets give us. But those of us who work with yarn frequently, know this ‘mindfulness’ that they speak of. We have known it since the very first time we hit ‘the zone’. Making stitch after stitch, focused only on the rhythm of the pattern, mind completely focused on the flow and rhythm of the project in hand. This mindfulness of yarn work allows one to let go of other worries, if only for a little while. But it’s a break our minds need.
Then the phone rings or the baby cries or a car horn honks and we are shaken out of our peaceful state. I remember the first time it happened, my youngest was a toddler and I’d been learning crochet for maybe three or four months. I know I was doing ordinary rows of double crochet, focused on creating a square and not a trapezoid. She woke from her nap peacefully, I could hear her talking to the air the way toddlers do. I started to put the project away and had to do a double take. Not only were my edges beautifully even and square, but I had crocheted for almost two linear feet, it was half a baby blanket! I looked at the clock, an hour and a half had passed in complete peace. I remember thinking “ah, this is ‘the zone’ they talk about”. I know this zone of mental peace can be achieved via other methods, like running, but you can’t run with a cat on your lap. And there’s all the sweating.
That’s the yarn side of it, but there is more to being cozy than just working on something peacefully. The Danish have known this for a long time, their word is one that has probably entered your realm in the last year or so: hygge.
This was definitely a hygge moment for me. What you don’t see in the picture is my husband to my right, reading, and a mug of hot tea to my left. All I was missing was some chocolate. It was an ‘extra frosting on top’ type of night in that I finished the shawl. So satisfying. I slept well.
So, the next time you sit down to do a few rows, don’t just grab the yarn and plop in your favorite chair, get cozy. Make the tea, grab a blanket, call the dog over. Not only will it instill guilt in anyone attempting to disturb you, your existential being will be better for the deeper mindfulness you achieve in the time given. And the project at hand will turn out beautifully.
I’m a ‘bag lady’. I have a work bag, a knitting bag, a crochet bag, an embroidery bag, a whole bunch of reusable grocery totes that occasionally become secondary project bags, a bag in my car with emergency supplies, a tool bag, and as I look around my crafting space I currently have a bag of clean and empty Oui yogurt jars and a bag of pecans waiting to be shelled. Yup, bags are my primary organizational system.
In my knitting bag, I have a needle roll with 60% of my needles in it. The huge clunky ones are in a jar in my craft space, along with same-size-different-length needles on the longer side. My crochet bag has a hook roll. Neither of these organizers really hold any tools. Those tool bags are the bags I’m going to talk about today.
The little tool bags inside the big bags are all small zipper totes, all roughly 9” x 9 ” x 1 1/2” and similar to cosmetic bags. Inside my knitting bag and both* crochet bags, I have quite a few common items.
My knitting bag has a few things my crochet bags don’t: cable needles in several sizes, some point protectors, a crochet hook, and some vintage safety-pin-looking stitch holders.
So, what’s the reasoning behind these? Some are pretty obvious, but I’ll elaborate on the less obvious.
I don’t write small, this size allows me to put a full sentence reminder to myself. It’s big enough to do
A Ticonderoga pencil specifically, because it’s real wood and they are well made for about 3 cents more than those awful plastic ones. I stock up on supplies at back-to-school time. I have also found the fun kid and holiday motif pencils sold at Target and Michael’s are often really good wood too and have had several in my bags over the years. My work crochet bag has a red pencil with white polka dots and blue flowers. I do not use mechanical pencils, because those require a hard surface to write on. The fine lead will just poke a hole in your paper if it’s on your knee because you are working in the doctors office waiting room. I feel no concern writing on my pattern, making a tiny note in a book, or scribbling out the math for a project if I’m using pencil. That’s what erasers are for, and I carry a big one. The other reason I carry a separate eraser is that the ones that come on pencils are never big enough. I like the Pink Pearl type in my bag. I like the ones that fit over the pencil’s eraser, but I’ve found they don’t hold up well in a bag. Too much movement cracks them, then you have little bits of eraser all through your bag.
These don’t really get used for knitting or crochet. I have them there for giving away. In an emergency,
The Clover company has an amazing array of tools and products for all kinds of fiber arts, I own many of them. I’m really happy with their quality too. But they have yet to improve on the humble bobby pin. I suppose this is a bit of a ‘hack’, but it is really just practical and frugal. Nothing Clover sells can be got in the quantity of 50 for a dollar. I feel no guilt losing or giving them away at that cost.
So how do I use them? They are my ‘locks’ when I put my project back in the bag. For crochet, I slip it through the loop on the hook, then down over the completed rows. For knitting, I slide one on each end of my needle(s) through the front of the stitches. They won’t snag the yarn. If it comes off the needle/ hook, it holds the loops from un-looping and to each other. They can be got in several sizes and occasionally fun colors (look in the kid section of the hair accessory section the next time you are at a dollar store). And, you can put them in your hair to keep it out of your face while working.
This is useful in a bunch of ways. I have a large skein of Red Heart in a hideous orange I got in a freecycle box. It’s my primary source of scrap yarn balls as it’s not a yarn I’d ever make a gift from or wear myself. It’s really the most dreadful shade of orange ever produced. Scrap yarn is often called for in knitting for the trying on or holding stitches instructions. In crochet, I’ll sometimes swatch a stitch or section before going to it in my good yarn on my project. I use it to demonstrate the basics when that curious kid comes and starts asking lots of questions in random public places. I’ve even given it away to children after teaching them how to make a chain using just their fingers. It’s another Good Citizen thing, and the yarn was free.
So, that’s more than you ever needed to know about what’s in my bag. What’s in your bag?
*because I teach crochet, I have one that lives at work permanently along with a few hooks, my class handouts, beginner patterns, and the student yarn.
I’m so excited about this challenge for February! Here’s what I have planned.
First, there’s going to be prizes! YAY! There will be a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place prize. I’ll post pictures of the prized in my FB Group and on IG so be sure you are in my group or
Every day in February work on your chosen craft for 15 mins and post pictures each day you do. Different things will earn you points. At the beginning of
Before it starts you are going to want to join Adventures with Fairy Tale Knits (my FB group) and follow me on IG. These are where you’ll earn points.
The most important thing here is for use to do our crafts more often or to keep up with doing them often if we already are. If it will help you I’d love to see before and after pictures, or to see progress keepers so you can see how far you really are coming. Let’s make February better 1 stitch at a time!
We’ve all been there. You are minding your own business in the waiting room of the oil change shop/ dentist/ your child’s baseball practice, knitting or crocheting peacefully and a Total Stranger says:
I am, by nature, an extrovert. Most days this opens up a lovely discussion with a person about all the benefits of working with yarn, I share the love of my hobby and feel better for it. But some days, I’m just not in the mood. Maybe the project has a deadline. Maybe the project is keeping me from yelling at a loved one. Maybe I just need a little quiet time with myself. No matter the specifics, sometimes you just don’t feel like interacting with strangers today. So many feel like a deer caught in the headlights in this situation.
Never fear! Just memorize a few of these handy responses to answer and end the conversation. Bear in mind, my sarcasm quotient runs very high, but said in a polite tone of voice and followed with an innocent smile, many can be perceived as light humored instead of bleak sarcasm. Of course, if you are like me and bleak sarcasm is just your speed, pair these phrases with a raised eyebrow or firm eye roll as you see fit.
P.S. That actress is an avid knitter, her name is Kristen Ritter!
“Yup. And this is the tricky bit, I need to concentrate”
“Yup, I’m trying to keep count, thank you”
“No, it’s crochet and I’m trying to keep count, thank you”
If they insist on conversing, you can add:
“I really need to focus on this”
“No, I just thought this yarn loop looked lonely so I’m giving it friends”
“Am I? I’m not sure, my hands aren’t connected to my brain at all”
“(Yes, I’m knitting.) (No, this is crochet, knitting has two sticks.) No, it’s not a dying art. I’m glad your grandmother (knit) (crochet). Yes, you can learn how. You can take lessons at [fill in your favorite LYS]”
If they respond with “well that was rude” or similar, you can add:
“I’m sorry you think so, but exactly what part of my quiet personal activity made you think I was doing it to invite conversation?”
“The fact that I’m knitting (crocheting) in public does not mean I want to be a spokesperson for the hobby. It means I don’t want to sit here bored to death while I wait”.
If you live in the South or carry your Southern upbringing in your accent, feel free to add “bless your heart” to any of the above.
Advice void in New York, New Jersey, Hawaii, parts of Alaska and California or where prohibited by law. No refund value.
Sometimes they open with:
“Well that’s a dying art”
“Actually, no. Google can tell you all about how hot it is again”
“Cars have been around for a hundred years yet people still own horses. This to has become a hobby instead of a necessity. It’s not dying.”
“What? I’m dying? How do you know?”
“Just because your grandmother who
Or they open with:
“that’s a lost art”
“Umm, no, I’m doing it right now. Not lost”
“Amelia Earhart is lost. (Knitting) (Crochet) is not”
“Just because you don’t have any yarny people in your life doesn’t mean it’s lost”
“Here it is! You had me scared for a second there! Phew!”
“I’m lost? Are you sure? I thought I was in [state your location]”
Small children are their own kind of interruption. I am always gentler in my speaking, but make sure to be very clear, especially if they are the touch-everything type.
“I’m (knitting) (crocheting) and it requires quiet so I can focus.”
If the small person asks more questions or states that there is music/ noise/ etc: “I’m sure your mother has told you not to speak to strangers, right?”
When necessary: “Please don’t touch my stuff”.
And the Death Blow, only when absolutely necessary: “Where is your parent?” [more embarrassing to the parent if they are nearby]
So, there ya go, a handy list of brief statements to acknowledge the stranger, but also not have an unwanted conversation.
Here’s a quick video on how to add a yo when you’ve forgotten it the row below.
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