As you’re planning out the holiday gift list why not reserve some gifts for yourself? We’ve teamed up with Larks Crafts to bring you a wonderful giveaway!
Crochet Love by Jenny Doh is a book filled with great ideas to decorate your home. Inspired by Zakka, a Japanese design style that emphasizes simplicity and creativity, Jenny Doh creates projects that are easy-to-make, functional, and most of all, imaginative.
One lucky winner will have a chance to win a copy of Crochet Love and 2 skeins of Cotton-Ease® yarn to make a Camera Strap Cover and Lens Cap Pouch (Crochet pattern).
Get Inspired and Good Luck! Contest ends Friday, November 22nd.
Please note: Comments left on this blog post do NOT count as entries. Please click on the link above to enter.
*Update 12/4/2013*: Congratulations to Kim Gourley who has won this fabulous prize!
Writer, illustrator, and knitter Franklin Habit joins us for his monthly column featuring humor and insights into a yarncrafter’s life.
Life in a city apartment means experiencing the joys of child rearing even if you haven’t produced or acquired children of your own. The thundering grade-schoolers who used to live above my workroom have moved out and been replaced by an infant of six months. Said infant has colic. A baby with colic doesn’t make for pleasant listening, but she pales in comparison to the toddler across the courtyard–who is suffering through an extended Riddle Phase. No, suffering is not the right word. She’s having the time of her life. The rest of us are suffering.
Toddler (not her real name) has two volumes, “bellow” and “roar.” So shut your windows, you say to me. It’s autumn in Chicago. The windows are shut. Toddler has the lungs, but alas not the artistry, of a young Beverly Sills.
On any given day she can outclass my white noise machine, Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 8, expensive sound-canceling headphones, and jet aircraft on the final approach to O’Hare.
Between bellowed demands to her nanny for snacks, toys, and trips to the bathroom, she has taken to roaring selections from an apparently inexhaustible supply of riddles and jokes. How one so young can have amassed such a wealth of material surpasses understanding. Perhaps she is Henny Youngman, reincarnated with pigtails. Stranger things have happened, especially on my block.
The nanny has to listen to the riddles and jokes, but she is being paid to listen to the riddles and jokes. I also have to listen. I am not being paid.
Prolonged exposure has caused me to begin dreaming and thinking in riddles and jokes. I mention this as alert readers may discern faint echoes in this month’s ruminations about knitting, yarn, and the creative life.
Now, as I was saying about my knitting…