We spent last weekend in the Adirondacks.
It was the last of the summer hiking trips for us.
Our cottage was decorated in “Wal-Mart for cabin.”
I actually miss the tacky painted saw blades, crude whittlings, and sh*t made out of driftwood and antlers of mountain/country crafts of yesteryear (or just a few years ago really).
Now it is plastic sh*t from China (often copied from domestic crafters).
But I managed to finally finish basting all of those damn letters.
The pile looks smaller than it really is.
I will never be so wordy on a quilt again.
Our CSA has been offering loads of lovely flowers.
It is a nice thing to have fresh flowers, but not in place of food – they really need to step it up in the veg department. And as vinyl village apartment dwellers, we can’t compost, so I don’t like to have too many fresh flowers.
The letters are ready to mingle with the as yet unmade quilt blocks.
I’m also getting wordy with a fair isle scarf.
I don’t love stranded knitting.
I don’t hate it though.
My Tour de Fleece spinning goals fell short.
But I finished plying my Pigeonroof Studios “lettuce” and have one braid left to finish spinning for a particular project.
I spun this one a little too thin and it came out lighter and softer in color, so it might have to become a different project.
Or the original project will be scrapped altogether.
That will have to wait.
I also started a major embroidery piece.
It will take some time.
It is pink.
I don’t love pink.
ASTITCHMATISM 