I finished piecing the kindergarten houses. (Phew!) Windows were very popular this year. Several houses had a dozen each, and in all there were more than eighty windows.
Now, I've moved on to one of my favorite parts of making these quilts; putting together the pieces. My brain loves the puzzle to fitting all these individual creations into a whole where they work together. It's all about making a bit of fabric synergy.
As I make my through the kinder architecture which is the Kindergarten Auction quilt, I have to admit to a bit of (dare I say it?) burn out.
Then I finish a house, see its sweetness, and I reach for the next one in the pile.
Which leads me to the Zen State and beyond.
I think most crafters/artists/people have that point of total engagement where things are rocking along and you just don't want to stop. That state of "I can do one more" leads to 4 more, and somewhere past the Zen State you reach the Zombie State; the brain goes from remote control to snooze and the Mistakes begin.
Zombie State can be recognized by these signs:
-You second guess the PLAN. (Because you are always smarter at midnight than you were at noon.)
-You begin to do things ON THE FLY. (Making it up as go along is always a good idea.)
-All YOUR THOUGHTS BEGIN TO BE IN CAPITALS or bold italics.
So when the thoughts:
"Why did I make the pattern like that? I can TOTALLY skip that part and make this So Much SIMPLER by doing this."
started to flash through my mind last night, I recognized the impending Zombie State, put down the house with a dozen windows, and walked away.
Ever just have to tell your brain to "Shut up and just do it!"?
Ya, I'm a bit like that these days.
I have this opportunity. This huge, pleasurable opportunity, and my brain keeps yattering at me "Money, money, money." or other reality based, boring reasoning. (Oh, and its not just my money my brain obsesses over, its other people's' money as well. )
How HUGE is "huge"?
How about being invited to go to Paris with my mom for a week in April?
Ya, that kind of "OhMyGod!" huge.
And my brain (what a traitorous organ) keeps muttering about household budgets (mine and hers), and family needs, and orthodontia, and really-you're-going-to-do-this-trip-without-your-family?
And of course, I am. I am going to go and, guilt be damned, have a glorious time. But for time being, I might have to keep muttering my mantra of the day.
So here it is. The last of my trio of chapeau. My hat-trick is complete.
This is Sweetheart G's crocheted cloche, made following the same pattern as Little e's. (Oh I love a project that can be completed in an evening and loved so tremendously.)
I used a "hand painted" style washable wool made by Cascade. I love the colors. Sweet G loves the hat, and looks lovely in it, but I am not in love with the pattern. It is a bit too bucket-y and not quite cloche-y enough. It has a habit of poofing up on Sweet G's noggin, instead of setting flush. If I make more of these, I'll have to play more with the increases or just find a better method.
Still, one evenings effort inspiring so much joy is a pretty sweet deal. (She's been wearing it so non-stop that I haven't had a chance to weave in the ends, thus the trailing bit of yarn.)
My father in law has always been fascinated by spinning and weaving. One of his "when I retire" plans was to take the time and learn. He's been retired about a year, and just before Christmas he handed me his first three balls of hand spun yarn with a request to make him a hat.
So I present to you a chapeau made from Papa Js own spindle spun yarn.
The hat is warm, thick, and snuggily soft.
I finished this up last week (before the sweater makin' bug bit), and as I worked I constantly marveled that this was the first yarn he'd ever spun. It was lovely stuff to work with!