Ho Ho Huh?

Correction on previous post. The quote got mucked up in the blog formatting. It’s from “The Halloween Tree” by Ray Bradbury.

Now on to the fibery things in life; my knitting. I recently finished three Christmas stockings for a client. It has been the bane of my existence since April when he ordered them. I always underestimate the time it takes me to do these kinds of things. I charged him well, but in retrospect, I should have charged him more. $150.00 just wasn’t enough for all the hours of anxiety I went through. I don’t even like knitting Christmas stockings, especially since I don’t celebrate the holiday for the same reasons most people do. But I digress yet again. If I have to look at another green/red combo, I think I might barf. My true satisfaction comes from producing something with my hands and seeing the expression on the faces of those I present it to. He was pleased, to say the least and I’m quite proud of them. I don’t usually toot my own rusty horn, but in the fibery aspects of life, I’m pretty exceptional, since I had didn't have a pattern and had to replicate a stocking from the 1950's that his mother made him.

Next, my long-time client has commissioned yet another garment from me. This time, from an Anny Blatt pattern book from the ‘80’s. Can I just slit my wrists now? Imagine if you will; a bubby blonde in enormous plastic earrings, too much make-up and wearing an oversized garment that looks like a potato sack tied up with ribbon. That is what I have to knit. Pictures to come, I promise.

Better yet, onto my homespun. I need to set the yarn I spun on my Ashford wheel and make a scarf and hopefully enough for a hat as well. My wheel’s name is Daisy. She has served me well and I am looking forward to spinning more in the colder months ahead.

So, take a good look at the stockings. I have indelibly documented it so that I will never forget all the time and effort it took me to create such things and for a measly 150 bucks. Beggars (which is me) cannot be choosers. So I move on.