Cup of coffee, the clock on the wall… The clock seems more serious today, she is pounding as if telling me to get these holiday preps wrapped up. The sound takes me back to the mines of the Seven Dwarfs – do you remember the mine scene from the Disney movie? It is such a long time since I saw it, I hope I am remembering it right and that it really happened there… I had to check YouTube and here is the link to the scene I was thinking of.
While I was taking a picture of my latest kitten, I realized that the colors of the kittens follow the seasons. The very first one was yellow, she is in the banner. This last is very mid-wintery, with grey cardigan (which I love and would like to have similar, cushy garter stitch basic wear, lucky kitten) and dark red cheeks. Her cheeks are red because she has been out shoveling snow and hard labor always makes you blush.
There is one more kitten on the way. I set the timer yesterday for 1 hour and quietly went to my work space, closed the door and made one pompom… Nothing brings your thoughts home better than making a pompom. If you have not tried it, you should… when trimming a tiny, soft wool ball, the world just disappears. Utterly unnecessary… I must warn you though, that when you come out with the petite wool ball, the reality can hit you hard. There might have been something more important to do during that one hour…
Little did I know in the beginning of the year that I would be knitting cats for the whole year. I am not sure how many I have so far, over 20 anyway. There were few pairs of socks, many crocheted scarves and shawls, one crocheted cardigan but no other clothing in 2017. Did some quilting too. This makes me curious when I think about the coming year. I’m not sure where this fiber life is taking me… try to seize the moment and go from there. I am always concerned and worried, if my creative well dries up and I will never come up with anything worth doing, but time will tell.
In the meantime, there is this Christmas, that must be taken care of, and all that it brings along… with love and passion and care. (I was slightly short there with the passion part for a bit, when haste took over and a cake would not come out of its form beautifully, and crumbled… I know what they say about haste, such a spoiler. I should have repeated the mud baking rhyme. When the girls were little, they baked mud cakes with colorful, small plastic forms. After careful filling of the form, the cake needed to be turned but not just turned, this mantra had to be repeated while tapping the form with a spade several times: “Please be a good cake, don’t be a bad cake!” If only I had stopped to repeat this procedure, it would have been a good cake.)
Wool with you,
PS. I just realized few spelling mistakes, ones that are not really spelling mistakes, but ones where I typed a totally different word than I was aiming at... Similar to those when you try to say something specific, and other random word comes out. I try to catch them but I am short of time and thus, please... try to imagine the correct word where it does not match the sentence!