01-05-2006, 07:41 AM
Living in utter destitute poverty, well, at least when I was a kid, you learned certain things. Knitting and crocheting was one of them. You didn't just go down to the store and buy a nice warm blanket. Hell no. Only the people that had money did that. If you wanted something warm, you got off your ass and made it your self, or you just went cold. Poor folk made a lot of their own stuff. Clothing, quilts, blankets, hats, gloves, socks, pretty much everything.
Now, the folk that had money... They went to the store. And they bought all of the finery they could afford. And when they wanted that handmade scarf and hat set, they talked to the poor folk... Maybe their cook or one of their maids, or maybe the gardener, somebody was bound to know, and they would get their scarf made and give it out as a gift, making sure they told everybody that they had made it themselves.
As for metal working, yes, I do some wire wrapping. You should drop whatever it is you are doing and go do it. Don't make excuses and just do it. Stop making excuses and avoiding it. You would be much happier if you did. It is part of human nature to craft things, to make things with our own two hands, to create and revel in our creation.
I have been crocheting almost all day. It's about 2 AM and I finished a big fat rasta jellyfish tam. Hunter green and royal blue. Seven ounce worsted wool yarn. It will hold a LOT of dreadlocks, and it has vent holes to allow heat to escape so your head will feel cooler and breath a little. The top also opens up wide to let all of your locks out, but still keep them out of your face. Pull the draw string, and it closes back up and hides your locks away. I barely had it properly blocked, stretched, and fit finished when out of the blue my wife moseys through the room from out of the kitchen, snatches it up, examines it, mumbles "Awesome! what a funky hat! Thanks!" and then puts it on her head and headed outside to go stargazing.
I am seriously considering mugging some of my goats for their hair... I have clippers and I know how to use them... And I know I could spin it in to yarn.
Now, the folk that had money... They went to the store. And they bought all of the finery they could afford. And when they wanted that handmade scarf and hat set, they talked to the poor folk... Maybe their cook or one of their maids, or maybe the gardener, somebody was bound to know, and they would get their scarf made and give it out as a gift, making sure they told everybody that they had made it themselves.
As for metal working, yes, I do some wire wrapping. You should drop whatever it is you are doing and go do it. Don't make excuses and just do it. Stop making excuses and avoiding it. You would be much happier if you did. It is part of human nature to craft things, to make things with our own two hands, to create and revel in our creation.
I have been crocheting almost all day. It's about 2 AM and I finished a big fat rasta jellyfish tam. Hunter green and royal blue. Seven ounce worsted wool yarn. It will hold a LOT of dreadlocks, and it has vent holes to allow heat to escape so your head will feel cooler and breath a little. The top also opens up wide to let all of your locks out, but still keep them out of your face. Pull the draw string, and it closes back up and hides your locks away. I barely had it properly blocked, stretched, and fit finished when out of the blue my wife moseys through the room from out of the kitchen, snatches it up, examines it, mumbles "Awesome! what a funky hat! Thanks!" and then puts it on her head and headed outside to go stargazing.
I am seriously considering mugging some of my goats for their hair... I have clippers and I know how to use them... And I know I could spin it in to yarn.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."