On Monday evening I was planning to cook tea, then spend good few hours working on the Iliad. It’d been a good day, I still had lots of energy and was feeling motivated by the people around me.
Then I accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Emergency services were called, A&E was visited. I am fine. the kitchen is structurally sound and most of the damage is aesthetic. My sewing is also fine. But I need to spend the next few days cleaning and repainting, etc.
Just proof that I’m still alive and doing other stuff beyond baby blankets: the WIPs I currently have on square frames. Does not include any knitting, crochet, or embroidery in round frames.
The main light in my lounge is so yellow and rubbish. I need to sort that out.
Done. *dies and is dead*
I keep saying I won’t do another blanket because I’m just too busy. But I probably will, because to me a handmade blanket is a message to a baby that before they were even born, there were people outside of their parents who loved and cared and worked for them. I try and make my blankets big so they get years of use, rather than outliving their usefulness after the first year or so.
But I would still be very grateful if everyone I know could refrain from having babies for a while.
As much as I want to sew this weekend, I have 6 days left to finish this blanket and I’ve just started the penultimate repeat. So knitting it is.
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I was in BBC Broadcasting house Bristol this morning, doing a short interview on the Iliad project for BBC Radio Bristol. I’m in the last ten minutes or so if anyone would like to listen.
Me, on the radio. Fun times!
Wonderful photo of the work, but please ignore my blurry face in the background. I didn’t realise I was going to be in some of the photos, and it was a very hot day and I’d been running around like crazy helping with the graduand leaving party. Hot and sweaty is not a flattering look.
Oh, Jake Chapman,
How stupid are you? Let me count the ways…
A) as if half the adults “understand” it, in his narrow definition of “understanding”. That’s why we write an explanation on little while panels or provide audio guides.
B) some of these artists are deliberately obscure. Complaining that children (or anyone) can’t understand it is literally the same as making up a new language, not telling anyone how to speak it, and then complaining when you’re not understood.
C) Artists don’t own the meaning of their work in the eyes/mind of the viewer. They don’t get to control how people think about it, think of it, or appreciate it. What are you, the fricking thought police?
Yarn from the New Lanark Mill. 90% wool, 10% silk. Now to figure out what to make with it.
New Lanark is a pretty cool place. It runs, and ran, on renewable energy (water power), was a fair utopia for the working class at the time. At least one of the mills is still in operation, which you can watch.
Unfortunately they didn’t sell spinning wheels. I really need to get back to learning to spin with my drop spindle.
So many things to do, so little time.
It is 23 degrees Celsius, and we’re stuck in traffic on the A38 at a total halt. So here’s a blanket progress shot.