So, I live in the car, but how much infrastructure do you need to crochet a flower? And I am not entirely bereft of stuff. There is a storage space, and a respectable stash of yarn and other fiber in the storage space. I cycle things in and out of the trunk. There is sewing stuff. There is knitting, crocheting, tatting, and braiding stuff. Also drop spindles. A person does not want for occupation.
Of course the stash is much reduced from the days when I had immovable premises. A fun thing to do at the various meetups of the fiber-minded, is to listen to the homed ladies (and gentlemen) go on about the breadth and length of their stashes. But the stash is an indispensable factor in creative inspiration. Ask anybody.
My flowers are made from bits and pieces of my hand spinning and dyeing from years gone by, or cotton that I’ve purchased, and accented with bead and buttons. I am getting considerable satisfaction from actually using stuff that has been stashed for years … many years … like, 20.
This one is made from some Italian crochet cotton purchased, because it was on sale and for no other reason, back in the aughts. I mean, that’s kinda sad. You know what else is sad. The flower does not actually look this photo. The yarn is not bubblegum colored. The color is entirely off.
And this is a hand-spun flower. Isn’t it pretty? Alas, the real flower does not look anything like this bright and shiny thing. This presents yet another obstacle to my online enterprise, and it’s all Samsung’s fault.
My phone takes the most digitally enhanced photos you ever saw, and it is apparently not possible to get it to stop. I gotta get a real camera, that will make faithful representations of my dusky, rustic hand-spun, hand-dyed flowers, and I’m not especially happy about it.
I think I will borrow my sister’s for the time being.
An Old Knitty Lady 