Have you ever done something so genius

That you forget you’ve done it, but once you see it again you feel like the smartest woman in the world?

A little over a year ago I got this bad boy off the needles

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But the buttons were completely wrong.  I knew this, but I needed to add the buttons in order to finish the sweater so that I could turn it in for full points in my Harry Potter Knit and Crochet House Cup game on Ravelry.   And I knew in less than a month I’d be at YarnCon where I’d see my friend Lindy and be able to pick up some of her amazing, reclaimed wood buttons.  Seriously folks, if you knit (or sew), you NEED to check out Balwen Woodworks…  her work is AMAZING and has completed several of my knits in fine style.

So lets skip from mid-March when I finished the sweater with clearly the wrong buttons (even though I LOVE them. They’re Jenny the Potter, who also makes amazing buttons and pottery. Favorite yarn bowl EVER, but they weren’t the right buttons for this sweater!) to April, when I bought the right buttons for the sweater.  8 of them. But the sweater only required 7.  Which leads to the inevitable lost spare, right?

Nope. Not this time. Because I am a fucking genius! I did this.

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That’s right…  I sewed the extra button to the inside of the sweater, on the pocket lining so there’s no stitching or oddness showing through to the front of the sweater, but that little button shall forever be right where I need it if I lose one! Attached to the sweater waiting to be called into action. Because if I’ve learned anything from buying from small (fabulous) craft-businesses, its that you better grab what you love when you see it because it might not ever be there again.  And when buying unique buttons made from re-claimed wood, don’t assume the same wood will ever come up for reclaiming again.  I’ve also learned that if I don’t put the button someplace smart, like stitching it to the inside of the sweater it’s mated to, I will lose it hopelessly and forever (a lesson learned the hard way, believe me!)

But of course I had completely forgotten this bit of genius until I pulled the sweater out of the closet this morning to wear with a grown up outfit.  And there it was. Reminding me that sometimes I can be pretty darn smart.

Now, go forth and buy amazing buttons from Lindy and Jenny because it’s the right thing to do!

Fresh Start

New year, new blog, new voice.  That’s the theme I’m going with.  Because shit went seriously sideways in 2016 and I’m still reeling from the aftermath.

A bit of background- I make stuff.  Mostly using sticks and string, but I also make the string.  And sometimes I like to dye stuff.  Or sew stuff. Or do the science and turn water, lye and fats into soap.  Or wire and beads into useful tools for making stuff with sticks and string.  So I make stuff. A lot.  Because in addition to making stuff, I suffer from an inability to sit still and my focus is sketchy if my hands aren’t kept busy. So I channel that into socks, sweaters, scarves, whatever the mood strikes me to make. But I’m always making things. My hubby likes to tell me I’d make a great hippy, but…

The but is the rub (but… rub… BUTT RUB! HA! I kill me. But also I digress).  Cuz while I love to make stuff and be self sufficient,  I also tend conservative politically.  It used to be this just made me an odd duck, to be scoffed at but generally tolerated as long as I kept my mouth shut most of the time.  The 2016 Presidential Election changed things.  Instead of odd duck, I seem to have officially graduated to pariah.   Which makes it really hard to be friends with my friends.

SO basically we get here because I’m sick of sticking to “safe” subjects.  No where in my crafting life (which has expanded to cover most forms of social media at this point since many of my knitting and spinning friends are not local to me) do I have the freedom to say whatever is on my mind no matter the subject.  So it was time for a new blog. Where I have no followers with reason to flounce out if I wanted onto a topic they dislike. This one’s just for me. If someone reads it, great, if not, whatev. I’m finding ME again and that’s all that matters. This is my shout into the void. If you read it, say hey!