Sunday, November 13, 2005

The scene of the crime...

Sometimes we use the dining room for entertaining. We have friends or family over, I prepare a meal, we have some libations, laugh freeley. And sometimes the dining room is the place where I jump in and drown myself in whatever it is that's trying to be expressed here...

Today's story is one told with wire and glass and those dangerous looking tools. Ohh scary... See I have an upcoming knitting project that happens to call for 18 (yes 18, I'm frightened also) stitch markers. And rather than use the same old safety pins, random yarn pieces, crap I find in the carpet, I've decided to treat myself. So I invested in some jewelry making supplies, scratched my head and bit my lip a lot and somewhere pulled these our of the air


I am quite happy with them. They've bought me some comfort, I now figure hey, if I get the yarn on and it doesn't work and I'm totally confused, at least it will look pretty with some lovely danglies hanging off of it. Perhaps.

2 comments:

Tracy said...

I LOVE them, they're great, but what the heck are you plaqnning on making now? I'm scared for you.

Janey said...

Sorry for this late comment about your stitch markers - which are beautiful by the way.
Which leads to my question:
As someone new to using REAL stitch markers (such as yourself), rather than safety pins, random yarn pieces, etc. - how are they working?

Random yarn pieces are what I use. Basically because I can never find my safety pins when I want them. And/or there are never enough of them in any one place.
So it is not a major, major loss if a stitch marker, i.e. a scrap of yarn, goes missing. But losing one you have made, during or after you have used it - have spent the time, trouble and money on constructing it - would be a tragedy! And a constant worry - for me anyway.