Project Planning — Swatching (Sampling)

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Been trying my hand at knitting and crocheting lately. (Pin loom weaving is kind of on hold, though technically I’m working on making a Lego movie Emmet for my young neighbor…) I’m also doing a lot of rigid heddle weaving. I like to have something for my hands to do while my ears listen to books. (In the past few weeks my husband has read A Town Like Alice, Moby-Dick, and Adrift to me. We’re about halfway through Little Britches now.)

Probably to no one’s surprise, the thing I like best about knitting and crochet is trying out new pattern stitches. (Beginning to wonder if this isn’t just pin loom weaving in disguise.)

Knitted lace sample drying on the blocking mat

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Beginning — aaaaaah!

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You can pronounce “aaah” in a couple of ways—ah, as in father; this connotes contentment; or a, as in cat; connoting panic, terror, or perhaps excitement at facing a daunting new adventure.

I’ve marked Artwork as one of the categories to which this post belongs because I spent gobs of time designing the project I’ve begun (even though I haven’t started weaving). It’s going to be an interesting and challenging project.

Emmet from The Lego Movie

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Adventures in Pin Loom Weaving — Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

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I live next door to the most delightful family under heaven. (They may blush when they read this, but they’ve given me new interest in a life that had become pretty darn stale.) There are five children in this family, all under the age of nine years. Each is uniquely delightful and has characteristics that link up with my various uniquenesses; I don’t have a favorite among them.

One of these youngsters loves to challenge my creativity. He has a gift for envisioning what he wants to create-through-me (when he’s older he won’t need my help anymore). He also has a gift for helping me see how I can do it. He’s 5 1/2 years old.

Fall 2018—when he was barely five years old he asked me to make an Olaf costume for his stuffed Mickey Mouse. I was boggled. “Yeah, how?” But he gestured it all out in a way that I could see it, and voila! Mickey Olaf.

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