All it needs is a little bit of love

Pink Knitted Scar

My sister has been working on this decades-long knitting project for some time now. I taught both my mom and sister how to knit years ago, and they each worked on their own knitting project. My sister pursued the Stockinette stitch and worked on this coral pink scarf. Back and forth she went, knit on knits and purl on purls. She made it through two balls of yarn before she got stuck (binding off) and left it in her desk drawer… for the next TEN years. 

With a little summer cleaning, she was able to fish out her project. It came rolled up like a fruit roll up binded with rubber bands on each side to keep it from curling up at the ends. The problem with the stockinette stitch is if your knitting tension is too tight, it curls. 

To finish this up, I casted-off since the scarf was already at a good (foldable) length. Then I laid it flat on the table and ironed it to reinforce its natural shape and form. And finally, it was time for the fun part, the part that everyone seems to like and want on their scarf — the fringes. Snipping away, I cut the yarn at around a length of 10 inches and adhered two pieces of yarn per stitch. When you fold it, it’s about 4.5 inches long. 

Bouncy, plush and full, I returned the scarf to its happy owner.

Little red rose

By | July 11th, 2020|Craft Day, Craft Paper Scissors, Creative Inspiration, Oh My Crafts!|

Little Red Rose

Handmade, homegrown or store bought? You tell me. 

With my mom’s retirement and the pandemic keeping us mostly confined to our homes, we all have to find ways to motivate ourselves, cheer each other up and lift our spirits. For me, I tend to lose myself in yarn projects, soap-making and other DIY home decor projects. Since the SIP, I’ve made my first pair of slipper socks, explored punch needle embroidery and now, I’m crocheting a scrap blanket. I love that you can do so much with just one hook and a ball of yarn. 

For my mom, she never really took much interest in these hobbies or any others. She just admired them from the sidelines and encouraged me to do what I love. It was only until she cleaned the garage and found stacks of paper and excess supplies that my sister and I left behind that she found her passion. 

It started with one petal, then two petals and three, and then it transformed into this paper rose. In making this rose, my mom found a hobby, something that she’s passionate and proud of. Something that makes her smile. Something that brings her to life. 

My mom found herself.