My hand knitted version of Dale’s Peace sweater continues to progress. I’ve completed the midriff and am working on the crossbar. I’ve bound off for the armholes, added steeks, and am working the armhole openings. There are darts along the sides, as this sweater will be worn by a slender young woman, my daughter. The needle pulls the sweater out of shape so that the darts are difficult to discern. I continue to document all the instructions for this garment as I work it out.
Because my daughter asked me to (how could I say no?), I’m knitting a Dale of Norway Peace sweater using photos, because there is no pattern available for it. Dale has always sold it as ready-to-wear only, though they are now, after nine years, threatening to develop and publish a pattern. In the meantime, though, daughter wants, so I will knit. Neither of us have any patience. Ha ha. I’m having to ad lib some. I think I’ll do embroidery instead of attempting to find ribbon like Dale’s. I won’t use the familiar heart zipper, but will add a pewter clasp to the placket instead. At this point, I’m not yet certain what else I’ll modify. Will find out as I progress. And . . . I’m writing a pattern as I work.
Ultimate Blue Two: Some years ago, I made a similar basket, Ultimate Blue, and sold it, but I won’t part with this agate. Love druzy!
This is a somewhat contrived depiction of Bright Angel Point in the Grand Canyon, a place I’ve never been. I started this painting many years ago, using a photo in a book that belonged to someone else. I was displeased with how the painting was looking, and so abandoned it. The book’s owner wanted it back, and so my unfinished painting had lost its model, forever.
Over a year ago, when redecorating our living room, I came across the painting in a place where I bury magazines and such. Without the model photo to compare it to, it didn’t look so bad. I decided I’d finish it at some point when I would find both time and inspiration. I also began searching the internet, hoping to find that old photo or something similar.
Well, I didn’t. I found many photos of Bright Angel Point, but not that one, that specific place with the same foreground and the incredible sky. I eventually accepted the fact that I’d have to fake my way through it. This was daunting; I’m not that good. I didn’t even like the thing when I had the model to work from.
Today was the day. I had time. I felt like tackling it. I set up my table easel and all the paints, plus my computer with its collection of views of this place. I asked the Lord to help me. I threw in a lot of mist — it does wonders for hiding the details forever lost to me. And here it is. It’s not great, but it’s passable.
I do have a definite purpose for it, now, finally. I had our family room tiled a few years ago, and it became so perfect for a southwestern themed room, and I love that look, and I already owned some southwestern style junk, and I made some (baskets), and I collaborated with an artist, who made me a cool wood and copper clock having southwestern looking stuff on it. A painting of the Grand Canyon became the perfect finishing touch, clearly establishing a location that is the southwest. I’m pleased. And I’m so glad it’s finally finished!
Just finished a basket. I call this style asymmetrical with wayward coils. A Lake Superior agate is the center focal point. Tiger-eye and turquoise chip beads decorate the rim. Coiled baskets like to be round, sometimes oval. It’s a battle, a very deliberate goal, to achieve one of these misshapen things.
More baskets, several weeks of work. Have yet to put them up for sale on my web site. I want to enjoy them for awhile first. After all, I took up this coiling thing because I’m crazy about coiled baskets. It was the only way I could think of at the time to acquire some. They aren’t cheap, and now I know why.
I hadn’t waxed a basket in years, as it became unnecessary when I switched from raffia to sinew. However, this one got slightly damaged when it slid out from underneath a car seat during a lengthy trip and then was stepped on. The damage was unnoticeable to the eye, but I could feel it in that a section of it had lost its stiffness, which meant a few pine needles had cracked. I was not going to take any chances with it, so hauled out the beeswax stash, melted it on, and baked it. It’s now plenty firm.
This little basket is for advertising. I clip it to my purse and wear it, to kind of peddle the fact that I am an accomplished coiler. This is especially useful when I go to art events. Artists like these things, and I get my name out.