"Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?"
-- Dorothy Parker
I was made to be born in the 1920's - the era of the boobless woman. Today's fashion smacks of Madonna's torpedoes. The bigger the better. Spray-flocked shirts topping jeans built like sausage casings. Oh, ugh.
I am knitting a shell to go with my black silk pants for the gala opening of Cool Globes. It is fitting given I knitted a sweater for the globe. I won't tease with pics of my knitting in progress, but shall give you a brief description. Black and white cotton blend yarn with a dash of black beads sprinkled along the front. Little shaping and a deeply cut, key hole back clasped with a large vintage button. Ooh, la, la! Seriously. I am in love with this knitting. I haven't made myself a sweater, sock, hat or vest in over seven years. The pattern isn't original. I've been a bit brain dead, so I am adapting a pattern from Rowan's book number 30. Look toward the back, you'll find it.
The yarn comes from my dwindling stash left from days as owner of the Weaving Workshop. It's not ecofriendly with its bits of polyester and nylon, but I feel smug in my ripping a previously started cardigan (and never to be finished as it was so boring. Whatever possessed me...?) to reuse and refashion into this stunning little number. I will be so swell. The bell of the ball, oui, n'est-ce pas.
In the past few months, I have taken a decidedly crafty turn. Creativity doesn't have to be defined by the number of exhibitions in which one participates. I know, stunning no brainer, but I have been on this art hamster wheel for the past decade and need to start thinking of how to turn this creativity on myself. My granny square blanket is slowly, but surely evolving. I pulled out my stash of beads left from owning a wholesale jewelry company (prior to my days of owning the Weaving Workshop) and fashioned myself some new earrings and a necklace for my daughter. I am pondering a needlepoint cover for a Victorian era chair that I inherited from my grandmother. It looks a bit shabby now that Josie the Monster Pup used it for teething. She missed the wood, but shredded the upholstery. How such a small thing (4.6 lbs and full grown, I kid you not.) can cause so much destruction in the blink of an eye is still one of the world's wonders.
This change in thinking couldn't have happened without you. It's been nearly a year since I joined the blogging world and in this short time I have made many new friends, been reacquainted with friends lost in the past, been encouraged, needled, and blessed. I can't do much more than say thank you. Well, okay, I can learn how to use my fancy little digital camera so I may visually share more of what I am doing for both my home, my family and my art, but that is another year.....
For more great images of vintage knitting and fashion, go to Vintage Craft Publications.