Taking photos of fingerless gloves yesterday let to a photo shoot with my roommate’s dog. It started out as a way for me to take photos of the gloves.
Then the gloves got put on the table.
Then she was sitting on the chair with a white background and so I of course had to take more photos,
and edit them so she looks like a diva on a stage (she can kind of be a diva, but she’s pretty cute most of the time)
Currently she is enjoying the sunshine coming through the window by taking a nap. She also got to run around the dog park this morning. Lucky girl.
I started making a pair of fingerless gloves (mittens?? – it seems like once the finger part is gone, it’s hard to tell which they would have been) for a friend about a month ago. I had a yarn whose colours perfectly suited her and her birthday had just passed, so it seemed like a great idea. I found a pattern that involved a cable, which I hadn’t done prior to this project, but was excited to try. I was all set. I started knitting and things went well – I used a different sized yarn than the pattern called for, didn’t bother making a sizing swatch and yet it still turned out. See:
They’re hand sized and everything (I made my dad a hat for Christmas that was most definitely not head sized, so my method has been know to fail). The problem came when I realized that I wanted to keep the gloves. It was my first foray into knits for hands and also my first cable. I wanted them to keep my hands warm while still allowing me to type on my computer in class. Truth be told, I still want to keep them, but I started out making them for someone else and so that’s who they’re going to. Because I do really want her to have them too. Life is richer when you’re able to contribute to someone else’s – even if it’s just with a silly pair of gloves.
In what ways do you like to pass on your zest to others?
My roommate and I recently moved to a house her sister bought. So far, living in Portland, I haven’t really put my ‘touch’ in any of the rooms I’ve lived in. At our last house, I didn’t even manage to actually hang the pictures that I owned on the walls – they just sat where they were (never) going to hang. We lived there for over a year. Today, I decided to try something I saw on Pinterest a while ago – using cans on the wall as yarn holders. So far, I only have three (I’ll have to make some more chili to use up more canned tomatoes), but I think I like it. This is my final product:
I used a ‘wing it’ approach to getting the cans on the wall. People who actually know how to use tools might disapprove of some of my techniques, but here’s how I did it:
I started with three cans – more to come because I definitely have WAY more yarns that need homes
I used a hammer and a nail to put a hole in the bottom of my cans (and wiggled the nail around to make a roomier hole for easier access from the other side – this may have been some unnecessary faffing)
I used a tool with a hard end that I could stick inside the can – yep, that’s really how I chose this tool. I used it to bash awkwardly at the nail until it was all the way in the wall and my can was held in place. Once all three were on the way they looked like this:
And then I added yarn:
The last colour of yarn I used was still in it’s label and I didn’t like how it sat in the can, so I took off the label and stashed it in back, so I will still know what I am working with when I eventually use this yarn.
I love these colours together, but I’m not sure what to knit with them. Suggestions welcome.
My roommate’s uncle was here for a visit this weekend. He is a professional photographer, great guy, and talk about someone who embraces life. He has so many great stories and such a passion for his work and travels.
Two and a half years ago I moved from East Coast to West and left all my family, friends and my boyfriend behind. I was in the state of mind that I didn’t want to get attached to anyone or anything in Portland because I knew I would be leaving once I finished school.Turns out fours years is a long time to stay detached and I wasn’t really enjoying it. Even though I’m not staying, I’ve figured out that living somewhere without really living there doesn’t work for me. I have some work to do to get back my ‘zest’, but I’m starting to enjoy the journey. If I miss Portland when I leave, so much the better.