happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling
Remember that mountain of yarn? Now, it looks like this:
My fabric stash grew a little bit too. I started with part of the cupboard for my stuff, but now it’s filled to the brim with my knitting and sewing.
Now that I’m finally finished untangling and winding I could start knitting again. Since there’s obviously lots and lots of yarn I thought a blanket would be fun.
I know, it doesn’t look like much yet. But it has to start somewhere…
I made another bag, but I don’t know what to think of it. Technical it’s done well, but the colors are really boring, I think. Oh well, it was good practice.
More practicing. A turtle. I designed it myself. I like it, though I’m not sure the fabrics are safe for young children. I think I will use it as a pin cushion.
Almost 37. I think my gift for myself will to allow me be to be me. Beaded slippers, vintage skirt and vintage apron and all.
I made this bag for my mother-in-law. I’m happy to say that she liked it. (the colors are brighter in real life)
Having my driver’s license is good for thrifting. I did a little round today and found:
– a cute cup and saucer
– knitting needles and some fabric
– lots of old patterns
– a cake dish
– old neck ties (to make something like this)
NOT A STATION 