a vase of flowers, and basket of zippers
Working away on The Self-Made Wardrobe. Day 17 was the first of many little black dresses.
A pile of yarn, became a pile of swatches, turned into a row of mounted swatches.
And more yarn came for more swatches.
The sweater has gained sleeves.
And a vase of flowers, and basket of zippers is gracing my coffee table.
The Moment of Wow…
The moment when you get to step back and look at what you’ve made with completely fresh eyes.
The moment you finish pinning out a shawl, and can actually see what you’ve made for the first time.
The moment you unpin a shawl and pick it up and it floats along after you.
The moment you finish a new garment, and put it on, and look in the mirror, and see yourself in a totally new way.
That’s why I knit.
That’s why I sew.
That’s why I make things.
Yes, I create because (for me) it’s almost more natural than breathing.
But I finish things for that moment of “wow.”
I’m addicted to beauty.
I’m addicted to stunning.
I’m addicted to jaw-dropping-wow.
And if I can create something that’s beautiful/stunning/wow-worthy…
It makes the last agonizingly long rounds of a shawl worth it.
shawls, swatches, sweaters
The pile of yarn from a couple weeks ago, has become a pile of swatches.
I’m planning a straight forward stockinette shawl that’s perfect summer knitting, out of this ball of The Verdant Gryphon’s Eidos.
And I pulled out an ancient unfinished sweater to work on as part of The Self-Made Wardrobe.
