Living in Canada has gifted us a few things-- an appreciation for true seasons, an intimate understanding of numb toes, "free" health care and most applicable to this post, a knack for crafting. I don't mean the popsicle stick and construction paper variety either. I am referring to the type that requires various needles, practice and patience--lots of patience.
My very sweet friend (and first crochet and knitting teacher), Asami, told me just before we moved that I'd return to Los Angeles a clever and crafty crow in the arts of knitting, crocheting and sewing. I chuckled then with doubt and chuckle now, again, at my error. I am still a novice, an amateur, a consummate beginner, but I have begun to fill the home with lots of handmade goodies as I putter along the long road to learning. She'd be proud.
Most recently, I finished a crocheted heart garland to don some mantle
or window of the house for the month of February and just last night, I
put the *finishing touches* on a re-purposed cotton sweater dress for
little Fern after being inspired by these super sweet sweater pants
(which are also on the "to-do" list--I am quick felting an old sweater
of mine in the wash as I type). It took only two (late) nights and, et voila! It's plenty far from perfect--it's super bulky, the fabric lining has
drastically limited the natural stretch of the cotton knit and as time
passes I have already devised two revisions that I will make in the
coming days--but it was fun to make and very fulfilling to complete something
so functional with my own two hands.
Be on the look out friends (ahem, Dean)...you may be receiving knitted underwear for the holidays this year.