Story imagery - Erl King. Since the female lead meets the two older women in my story through their local yarn shop, I imagine the older women have tons of handmade decorations in their house. Themed placemats for the seasons? Of course they’d have that.
So even though this cardigan hasn’t been blocked or sewn together yet and even though this is the worst photo ever I am beyond stupid excited because LOOK WHAT I DID! I still have to knit a button band too but the big pieces are done and the big picture is in front of my face and holy moly poly oly coly foly soly roly toly poop I am done! Well, not done. But I’m done!!!
The sleeves might be a little too short, I’m worried I might have to redo them. So this could be a bad time to post this but I can’t help myself cause lookit, look what I done with my hands.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For super stressful days, Jim has what he calls “rage knitting” where he cranks out small projects like a potted plant cozy for Sulu and a stack of fingerless gloves for those nights where memories of his narrowly conquered death haunt his bones and he can’t get warm.
Knitting Inspiration - Spirals. I completely failed to do one of these posts last week (all of my weekly posts, in fact), and the reason for that is what inspires me this week. My life feels like one gigantic spiral right now-swirling endlessly towards some crucial nexus. If I try to see the entirety of it at once it terrifies me, like trying to touch a hurricane while standing in the middle of it, but at the same time, watching it rush around me and focusing on a single rotation at a time is a weird kind of beautiful.
What I mean to say is that I’m trying my best to accomplish one hour, day, week of things at a time while hoping that together they add up to the massive, exciting thing I can just barely perceive on my horizon.
Sources are, as always, in the captions and below.