Meditative Making

First off the needles this past month was a shop sample Myrtlar tee, knit with Noro Uchiwa. I hadn't worked with Noro yarn for years, and it was a pleasant experience, watching the stripes form. It felt like it took forever, but I realized near the end that because the panels (it was knit in two pieces, front and back) were so wide, my concept of how long they were was skewed. I finally finished it though and I think it came out nicely.

Someone contacted me about making an eyelash yarn square for them to sew on their kid's lovie to stop them pulling their own hair as they fall asleep at night, and after blithely agreeing I visited three different craft stores and discovered that eyelash yarn fell out of fashion and only found this ball in a clearance bin after I was beginning to despair. It was an afternoon's effort, and I hope it helps the little one (and eases their mama's mind, as well).

Not knitting but fiber, I wove a rock. Not that I necessarily know how to weave, but that's never stopped me before and I wanted to see if I could. It was a bit fiddly since the rock was rounder in practice than it seemed when I selected it on a hillside, but it was an interesting practice and one I might try again in future, should the right sort of rock present itself.

Other creative projects this month were moving some art around, packing the back of a painted canvas with the insulated lining from a HelloFresh box to make a late-afternoon sunshade for my kitchen window, overseeing various craft camp projects with the kids, and trying to design a little something on Canva every day instead of aimlessly scrolling social media.

And finally, a work in progress. Kandy shared this Bindle Bag pattern awhile back and it looked like a fun little project, so I grabbed the yarn to make a couple last time I was in the shop. It's a fairly straightforward pattern (although I admit to making a few small modifications) and I've enjoyed working on them. I finished the first one in the smaller size, and now I'm using it to hold my yarn for the second, larger, one. I have no idea what I'll do with them when I'm finished, but if a personal need doesn't present itself, then I'm sure someone else will have a use for them. I'm just leaning into peaceful mossy rounds.

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