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#WIPWednesday

I wrote last week that crafting continued to be slow and so it holds for this week. A trip to Bath on Saturday sent me crashing hard for a few days.

A vertical sepia photograph of me (a white person with short dark hair in a zipped hoodie and dark linin trousers) lying in bed. I'm holding a camera towards the mirror to create this image. My eye is half closed. Behind me is a white woman with dark hair and glasses. She is sitting up, wears a dressing gown, and is reading a book. Behind are a white wall and open curtains that let in a glowing light. Just visible on the right hand corner is a bedside table with books all over.

I am recovered, for the most part, but I remain cautious so everything is slow. Still, before this happened as well as yesterday, I managed to sit down and make.

Crochet

Triangle shawl
by Briana K. Designs

Work continues on the crochet shawl for my niece at a steady pace. The repetitive motion is soothing but also boring at times. I would like to get this garment completed before my niece's birthday in late June, so I am making an effort to show up and crochet regularly. Every now and again this has felt almost like a chore, something that had to be done rather than enjoyed. I never truly verged into the full on chore mode though and mostly enjoy my time with it.

A horizontal colour photograph split in two halves. On the left hand side towards the top is a round wooden tray with gong fu tea equipment on it. On the right hand side towards the bottom are my crossed legs in a navy linen trouser and bare feet. On my legs is part of a crochet work in progress. The scene is on the floor, over a colourful carpet with geometrical shapes.

The third colour expanded fast and with it so did my worry. When I ordered the yarn, I did some calculations to make sure I ordered enough. Numbers are not my strong point and I kept wondering whether or not I could trust past me to have worked things out properly.

I needn't have worried. By the time the last row was on the hook, it was clear I had enough. I even have some leftover for a little something else. What that will be, I have no idea.

A horizontal colour photograph of the corner of a crochet work in progress. The colour has just been changed from a violet pink to a deep burgundy. The hook is orange and attached to the work. At the top left corner part of the ball of yarn is visible. A streak of light illuminate the hook and crochet with the rest of the image mostly in shadows

I joined in the last colour and fell in love with the shawl all over again. First white, then cream, then pink, and now a deep burgundy that I feel really brings the entire shawl together, makes it pop in a way I hadn't imagined. I am less than a row in that fourth colour and I cannot wait to keep going.


Knitting

Learning to knit

I have not returned to my needles but the itch to do so grows.

I do not think I will return to ribbing yet. This has so far been too difficult to learn. Instead, I am going to continue practicing stockinette as well as turn my hands to increases and decreases. I may come to regret this decision but I need something different to learn than ribbing for now. I need more practice with rows of knit and purl to build more familiarity and muscle memory of those before I return to the now dreaded ribbing.


Cord Making

Camera wrist strap

For a few months now I have been playing with a lucet and a spool knitter. I've not shared anything about it online mostly because those crafts have been my main crafts when unwell. When energy is low, long covid wrecking havoc, and hormones out of control, the only things I can easily do are cords.

I have created a placemat and soon I will have a small basket, but last week, whilst I was well, what I wanted was a camera wrist strap.

I mentioned earlier that I am gradually returning to image making. An important step in this process has been to change my camera. I do not mean to literally change my camera. I love the one I currently own and it fits my needs perfectly. Instead I want to change the look of it.

In the same way that picking up the camera again has not been a conscious thought, changing the look of it hasn't been either but it makes sense. I need it to look different, to shave the way it used to be and allow my mind to associate it with different patterns and habits. So I stripped the case. It feels a lot less necessary now that I don't sling the camera across my shoulders or stash it in a handlebar bag as I pedal across the countryside. I have undone the shoulder strap too. I want to hold the camera, to keep it in my hands and reflect the slower more grounded pace of my life these days.

I turned the lucet again and again with some of my early handspun wool until the length felt right. I stitched the yarn in place as best as I could (read not very well but it does seem sturdy enough), and now I carry a little bit of my new life with me when I carry the camera about. A new era of image making can begin.

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