Ply and Burl

Somebody please help. First it’s the crochet and now it’s curtains. I’ve started envisioning this lovely (see?) “Dappled Lace Cafe Curtain” from Knit Picks on every window in my house. I’m undergoing an alien metamorphosis into somebody’s daffy great aunt! The only hope I can find is at least I’m not yet longing for the fuzzy edge or silk flowers to go with it.

Finally, the in-betweens are over! We left Ithaca a last Tuesday and have been in Ann Arbor for one week as of today. Recycling night was Sunday, so were finally able to clear the boxes and newspapers out of the living room. I took a load to Salvation Army yesterday, and have been posting the things on Craigslist that I should have sold before the move rather than after. The house is slowly getting organized and is starting to feel like home.

Our new place is essentially a cottage in the city, and is just a hair less funky than I can take, which is perfect. It’s at the back of another lot, meaning our front door opens onto one street, and our back door opens onto the driveway of a house on another. We have a perimeter of about three feet of yard on two sides of the house, one of which is shady, and one of which is overgrown with burdock. Where our front yard would be, there is poured cement.

As you can imagine, this is putting an interesting twist on my gardening. I’ve arrived in A2 too late to start a veggie plot at a community garden site. However, in anticipation of needing to scratch my gardening itch, I planted some basil, peppers, and geraniums in pots early in the summer, which I then transported out here during the move. Since arriving, we’ve picked up a few herbs and put those in pots, and I’ve also planted some Scarlet Runner Beans in hopes that they’ll bolt up and obscure the not-so-classy posts for the porch that overhangs our front door. It’s no gardener’s paradise, but it’s something!

Knitting has been, well, neglected. There, I admit it. That’s part of the reason I haven’t blogged in so long! I had no time for it, with the work and the travel and the move and all the heart-wrenching goodbye dates before we left. I was working through the spring on the Airy Cardigan, and made a lot of progress. All that remains to finish it is a single sleeve, but I’m finding the kid mohair so irritating to knit that I can barely look at the thing. Not to mention that it fits like a mumu… not my sartorial favorite.

Weirdly, a few days ago, as I was unpacking, I picked up a crochet hook. I ran across my copy of Stitch and Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker, which a friend gave me for my birthday last year. Now, let me not mince words: I hate crocheting! I hate how it looks, I am a klutz with the hook, and it just generally bugs me.

But guess what? I’m actually enjoying it! Gah — Internet, don’t repeat that to anyone. I can’t believe I actually let it out of my mouth. But there it is, the truth laid bare, probably destined to alienate all my knitter friends. Oh well, try to still love me, OK? I can’t help that I’m open-minded, and crocheting just walked right in the door.

My house right now is littered with little purple crochet bits — my practice swatches. I’ve learned single crochet, double crochet, triple crochet, the shell stitch, and the fishnet stitch. My mind is full of the tackiest ideas, too: I’ll crochet plant hangers for the house! I’ll make a purse out of the shell stitch! I’ll crochet the cowboy hat pattern from the book!

Look, knitters, I know this is a dangerous path I’m going down. But hear me out, ’cause I’m one of you: a knitter through and through. At the same time, I’m thinking that there are several instances of crochet that aren’t tacky! Think beautiful crocheted lace our foremothers made from fine thread. Or the afghans that keep us warm in the winter! My grandmother and her mother both crocheted afghans for all their kids and grandkids. Mine, which I got to pick out the yarn for, is one of my most treasured possessions. My grandma passed away 11 years ago, and I still love and guard that blanket like a mama bear guards her cubs. It’s got my gram’s touch in every stitch, and her hands, which look like my hands, held every thread in it. It revives her in my mind, and brings her closer to me. (That could make a good advertisement no? “Crochet: It brings people back from the dead!”)

So this crochet phase? I think it’s kind of sweet, don’t you? I know it’s illogical, sentimental, and entirely misguided, but still, don’t deny it: crochet just melted a little bit of your sappy heart.

p.s. As a cure for my homesickness (and wet feet in the rain) I bought these new stylin’ shoes!

p.p.s. Also, even better news: the boy and I got engaged on July 2!

Remember these guys from the Aqua Teen Hunger Force, with their terrifyingly slow moving Quad Laser bullet? Well, in mere months, the folks behind the magazine Make will be launching a magazine called Craft — and the cover looks suspiciously like an homage to the Mooninites!

Looking for ways to save cash on this whole Christmas thing (ask me about Amazon!), I searched around for non-kitchsy ornaments I could make at home. And despite the fact that she sounds like a three-headed viper (according to the New Yorker), Martha Stewart came through. Here are the ones I’d let grace my Christmas tree:

Button Wreaths These are so adorable! I love the silk ribbon. (Holy crap, did I just sound like a girl? Get a medic!)

String Balls. A perfect excuse to pop balloons, peel glue off your palm, and torture the cat with string, all in the Christmas spirit!

Paper Cones . She’s going all Victorian here, but I think these would look cool using origami paper.

Paper Star. I love making accordians with paper, don’t you?

Some of my own ideas (always fabulous, of course) included origami cranes and trinkets from my travels. We hung up little wooden shoes from Holland, communist propoganda pins from the former Soviet Union, a Jesus and Mary keychain from Costa Rica, tiny flamenco dancers form Spain, and rhinestone pins from garage sales. To give a booze-cruise Carribean touch, we threw on a bunch of metallic drink umbrellas!