I’ve promised her a fantastic new dress. I’m having a hard time choosing the yarn and color scheme though.
I think her current dress (a circle of old mouse chewed tulle)will become a petticoat of sorts. She deserves something nicer than her ragged dress, but I do like the holes in the tulle.
I have no idea what I’ll come up with…
“…but both mistress and pet are trapped in a crochet net: victims of their own image. Over the last few years, Joana Vasconcelos has used crochet to refer to a specific type of outmoded fashion. Crochet, as a symbol of an erstwhile practice and custom, of an object possessing a functional and aesthetic purpose that was marginalised and even scorned by the demands of fashion. The artist has used this traditional technique to clad all sorts of objects: televisions, toilets, urinals… “
I always find the language in these art write ups interesting. My personal experience of crochet is not that of the interpretation of this work. So when I see this, I think of a world full of doiley skinned beauties, showing off their bodies’ curves with lacey saunters.
Thanks to Ana Voog for sharing this.
I wanna know who is reading this so far…
So, please gimmie a comment!
How about, answer one of these:
~your favorite color?
~what is on your desk and doesn’t belong?
~what is your favorite thing about this time of year, short days, longer nights?
Today is the first day I’m seriously working a full concentrated work day.
Granted I’m sitting in my robe! But I’m working! Churning out pattern write ups so I can share some sweet and easy pieces with ya’ll.
The apartment is a mess. Looks like my state of mind, messy and almost organized, yet strewn everywhere. I couldn’t decide which would make me feel better. To sit still and push through some writing or to do the laundry and straighten my desk.
Somehow I find myself elbowing to clear room to type at this messy desk and actually getting stuff done!
Unlike this photo taken a few weeks ago my desk curently has the following things piled up:
To my left, a pile:
The lovely organizer I never use, but occasionally stuff bills or important papers into, the Rowan Autumn/ Winter Magazine, a book of soup recipes (yum!), Kettle Chips – Honey Dijon flavor.
Scattered around my keyboard:
Kleenex, sunglasses, a clover tapestry needle, green masking tape, 1 dbl pointed knitting needle (perfect for holding my hair in a bun) keys, a tiger finger puppet.
Clumped around to my right:
pile of bills (all paid for once!), an almost empty bottle of anitbiotics, a sweater, the croissant I’m munching on, laundry quarters…
Jujyfruits Snowboard Rob
Originally uploaded by such sweet hands.
It’s almost this time of year again.
See how happy he is when he has a board strapped to his feet? Very soon he will start to poke his friends and loved ones every day… looking for someone to runaway to the mountains with him. He’ll be watching the snowfall in the nearest mountains and emailing friends who live far away to tell them when the snow is great near their homes.
He’ll sit at his desk looking out the window on the Los Angeles palm trees and say “It’s Snowing!” Because it is snowing in Big Bear and that’s where his heart will be for the next few months.
But who can resist that smile? So I’ll strap a board to my feet and throw myself down the mountain again…
***This is an entry from my livejournal blog written in 2003. Hopefully it’s not tacky to repost an old post. Still, this scene comes to mind on this day. This day isn’t important to me so much because a cultural figure was murdered, but because I never saw people the same again. I learned how deep the life in others runs. I think this is when I started watching people and wondering what was going on inside. Of course I was really young, so these concepts weren’t sophisticated in me yet. But this is where things started…***
12.08.03
“you have to believe it’s getting better, it couldn’t get much worse”
my mom was the age i am now.
she had a nine year old son and a four year old daughter going on five.
she had been married since she was seventeen.
her marriage had not yet hit rock bottom, but it was already painfull and even dangerous.
her hair was still long, she would cut it a year later when she enrolled to go to college and started building a better life for us.
she was a housewife. she took art classes on weekday mornings while i was at preschool.
it was a week before she would pull out her magic box of cake decorating stuff to make her amazing christmas tree sugar cookies covered in yummy icing.
there was so much going on in her mind. she hadn’t fully worked out how she would solve the problems my father caused. she still put on a beautiful brave face to it all.
and she was crying.
standing in front of the tv watching the evening news and crying.
john lennon was dead.
i looked at her. she took a deep gulping breath with her hands over her mouth, moved her hands to her eyes, wiped them. the news moved on to something else and she disappeared into the kitchen to finish making dinner.
Roses in December!
Originally uploaded by such sweet hands.
I will never get over my amusement and wonder at roses blooming in December.
-To boot me out of my recent design ague I’ve been learning/playing with/making up at least one stitch pattern a day. I’m trying to play with one knit and one crochet stitch pattern a day.
-I spent yesterday at my friend Susan’s where I was introduced to her knitting machine. Now that I have a tangible idea as to how it works I’m dreaming up ways to exploit the convenience of such a thing.
-A huge, old tree on our apartment’s property fell . The scene was eery and humbling. I intended to propagate cuttings from her, but I may have waited to long to plant them… more on that later.
-One of the few material inheritances I have from my father’s family is a musical Christmas angel. I’ve taken her apart to crochet, knit, and sew a new dress for her.
-I’m going to mix up a sinus clearing bath bomb or bath salt or something. Inspired by my my recent sinus infection. Recipe will be forth coming…
-Very soon my dear friend Mercedes will join Such Sweet Hands with her own blog, sharing her tales as a student flamenca in Spain. I can’t wait!
-I have notes and ramblings and photos detailing my part of the two person process of getting TVY: Crocheting made. I’ll start rolling these out soon, leading up to the book’s release next month.
