in shame?
I have a confession to make.
A dark confession.
I want....
I want....
I want an afgan of granny squares.
It all started with one of bright reds and yellows and blues and greens with a black border that I saw in a Mary Engelbreit book. It was in this gloriously vibrant (loud) bedroom of her typical red and yellow. And I wanted one.
Then we rented Nanny McPhee last weekend while I was sick to watch with the kids. I have to tell you, from the standpoint of an artist/fiber person, the use of color in this movie was really exciting. Color is what gets me going. Color in paper, color in yarn, color in fabric, color in photography. I love it.
One part that I really really liked was the children's bedrooms. They each had a different bedcovering, but they all coordinated. An assortment of quilts and one was a crocheted covering of granny squares.
I need one.
I NEED to make one. I used to know how to do a granny square like 30 years ago. And I've looked around on line and found a pattern to make them.
But I feel like even THINKING about crochet is sort of "cheating." Why is crochet the red headed stepchild of the craft world? I think I better practice and make a square or two before our vaction in a month or so. Perfect RV project.
Working away on the curvalicious cardigan from big girl knits. I am discovering I love cotton yarn. Well, I love Rowan calmer. Expensive as all crap, but it feels SOOOOOO good. I'd knit underwear from this stuff! I also am discovering that I hate intarsia. I have 5 (count 'em FIVE) balls of yarn that want to tangle every time I switch directions. But I love the pattern, love the color, love the yarn. So I am going to force myself to continue to work on this sweater if it kills me. But it's not exactly a pick up and knit for 5 minutes kind of project. I will take pictures of the whole mess in the next day or two.