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The Year of Crochet

At some Chinese restaurants, you can spend your time while waiting  analyzing which animal and corresponding attributes from the Chinese zodiac (Shēngxiào) align according to your birth year.  Recently, I giggled at myself for creating my own “Year of Crafts” calendar.  No purported benefits have been found, other than self-satisfaction and a methodology to be a gift bearer (0ne of my very favorite things to do).  I have a lifelong goal of learning a new skill each year.  My list of goals includes other non-creative endeavors, but thus far, my attention has been focused on crafts.  My concerted efforts to this end began at our family goals and dreams meeting on New Year’s 2007.

Each year after watching the final sunset of the year, we put to pen and paper (or sometimes other mediums), a list of our dreams for that year.  In my recollections, this is the first time that I audibly announced that I was going to try to learn a new skill annually.

2007 – The Year of Knitting

2008 – The Year of Quilting

2009 – The Year of the Digital Canvas (wall art)

2010 – The Year of Digital Storybook

2011 – The Year of Machine Embroidery

2012 – The Year of Crochet

My bemusement arose when I realized that each year most of my gifts had something to do with the new skill at hand, (pun intended this time). I love creating things with my hands, especially when it is meant to be a gift.  With each stitch or mouse stroke, I think about the person who will be the final recipient from my heart and my hands.

So it was with the Year of  Crochet (which may be special enough to warrant a repeat performance on the “Year of Crafts” cycle).  I began a project back in October during some free time with full intention of blessing the newest upcoming arrival to our family tree.  Of course, when I began the project she was still being knit together in her momma’s womb (Psalm 139:13).

Since I had never crocheted before (other than one really bad attempt to learn during the Year of Knitting), I went to the mecca of teachers (youtube) to learn how to make Granny Squares – those quaint Americana favorites that I have loved my whole life.  I found a teacher that I enjoyed, and she didn’t mind if I had to rewind and play her over and over until I got the technique just right.  I will admit that I never warmed up to her way of wrapping yarn for tension, but I think my improvised method worked for me. (The link to the first in a series of videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79zZJjXRfSM)

I chose my colors (an aqua reminiscent of the beaches of my childhood and a variegated aptly named ocean) and got to work, in the beginning saying my steps aloud so that my fingers would cooperate with my brain.  Once they were in agreement, I “went to town” making squares, at first not having a plan of how many I would ultimately need.  I just made stacks of squares. Stacks of squares. Stacks of squares.

Yarn colors and one of my many stacks of squares

Yarn colors and one of my many stacks of squares

Eventually, I needed a plan and not just stacks of Granny squares everywhere.  I sat down with colored pencils and sketched out what my vision of the final product would be.  That in mind, I now kept track of the number of squares in the two colors I had chosen.  The bag of yarn, hooks, and scissors went with me everywhere – appointments, bleachers for basketball games, and travelling.  As I made each one, I said prayers for the tiny baby that we were all waiting to meet – my first great-niece.  Finally my magic number of squares (99) was reached, and it was time to piece the squares together.  I researched various methods, settling on the one I liked the most.

Piecing together - which was much like quilting

Piecing together – which was much like quilting

 

Then it was time to finish the project. Possessing a thimble-full of knowledge on that topic, I did some research knowing enough to know what I didn’t want for a finished look.  Another blogger came to my rescue, and I found a technique I could do that would allow the blanket to lay nice and flat.  (http://bunnymummy-jacquie.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-make-flat-border-for-granny.html) One more trip to the store for a coordinating yarn – a nice lilac –  followed by many practice tries –  and away I went.

Completion of first round of edging.

Completion of first round of edging.

Since the recipient of this blankie was to be a newborn baby, I wanted a super plush edging similar to the ones my own babies had nuzzled into in their early days.  About the time I made this decision, it was D-Day.  (Delivery Day arrived, and this auntie stayed up very late to pray for safe arrivals. Praying love into each and every stitch.)

After a night of prayer, the final touches were done.

After a night of prayer, the final touches were done.

 

Our sweet little girl arrived, and I waited patiently until I could personally deliver my labor of love.  Little L lives just under 450 miles from my house; so, my visit had to be a planned one.  My wait was worth it when I got to see God’s beautiful baby wrapped up in one of my favorite projects from the Year of Crochet!

Little L and her blanket made with love!

Little L and her blanket made with love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s my Bat signal?

A while back, I received a call from a dear friend who needed some help.  The request was one that I accepted realizing that it was going to be a stretch for me to pull it off.  In my heart though, I knew other friends would have my back (or in this case, neck).

The request was simple.  My friend (who is a preschool teacher) was looking for someone to make 8 little scarves in two weeks for her students to receive as gifts during their study of winter weather.  The catch: they needed to be knit or crocheted. There was a book that she would be reading as a culmination of the unit, and the scarves would be a part of that story.

I hung up the phone, and then, thought what in the world did I just say I would do.  (That type of behavior is my own curse, and fodder for a whole different blog.) Without hesitation, I went to my version of the Bat-signal.  Batman had his alert method, and I have mine.  Formerly, it was CaringBridge but now it is Facebook.  As fast as my fingers could fly, I posted my friend’s request and asked for help.  I pledged to create two, but I explained I could use some extra hands and needles/hooks for the remaining six. Within eight hours, all eight were spoken for. And within a week and half, all were delivered into the hands of some little preschoolers.

scarves

I never really doubted that they would be, but what amazed me was a comment that another “friend” posted. I should clarify our friendship status.  We “met” making a transaction online, and the necessity of that business deal required us to befriend each other.  Once we did, we discovered we had some similar interests and thus an online friendship formed.  We’ve never actually met one another in person.

Yet in the midst of my friends chiming in that they were on it, this gal’s comments stopped me in my tracks.  Sometimes especially when I encounter lemons or changes in plans, I forget just how blessed that I really am.  The comment while simple summed it up perfectly.

Kandy, even though we have never met, you must have the most amazing friends.

She was right, and I knew it.  Many times those same sweet friends have come to my rescue for all kinds of things including some of my doing.  I don’t live anywhere remotely close to my family at all, and most of my husband’s family is fairly far away as well.  Sometimes I don’t even have to ask for the help, my friends just know when to call, text, or show up.  Somehow they get God’s gentle prompting that I need them.

Proverbs 20:6
Many will say they are loyal friends, but who can find one who is truly reliable? (NLT)

 Thankfully, in my case, the answer to that question is “I can” many times over.  Today, I’m counting each and every one of those blessings, knowing I probably never needed that Bat-signal anyways!

 

UFO # 2 – Coat of Many Colors

My Mama Cloie and my Nanny Katie (my grandmothers) have each made my children beautiful, wonderful quilts and afghans.  These are beautiful creations that my children will take into their future homes to share with their children.  All are treasured and all are equally special.  Today, one is standing out in my memories, and I guess my UFO projects are truly turning into trips down memory lane. 

About twelve or thirteen years ago, my Mama was fed up with all those little bits of skeins of yarn left over after making larger projects (which are afghans in her case).  So she decided to just sit down one day and crochet all of them together into an afghan.  It was more experimental than purposeful, and as she would tell you, “it kept my hands busy.”  When one skein ran out, she just started another one.  At first, I am sure she thought it was more interesting than beautiful, but as it unfolded an memorable thing occured. 

My Papa Reed, who was deep in the recesses of Alzheimer’s disease at this point, looked at her one day and said, “That’s beautiful, and he’s going to love it.”  Her immediate thought was, “He who?”.  This afghan was an experiment, not intended to be given to anyone.  When she pressed further, Papa replied definitively, “Well, little Reed, of course.” 

Suddenly the experiment became a beloved object of love with a destination and a purpose.  Through phone calls the story was told to me, and through the postal service the afghan arrived.  “Little” Reed couldn’t have been more proud, and he immediately wanted to put on his bunk.  That night when I tucked him, at his ripe little age of 4, he showed me how wise four years old can really be.  “I’m the luckiest boy in the world, Momma.”  I agreed that he had lots of amazing things in his life, but he realized I wasn’t understanding his meaning.  “No, Momma, I am the only boy in the world who has a blanket of many colors just like Joseph’s coat.”  Wow!

Now, I don’t think that was ever my Mama’s plan, but it certainly gave all of us a new idea of what was capable. Scraps of leftovers lovingly crafted into a priceless treasure.  Isn’t that just the way God is using each one of us?  He takes all the junk out of our closets, and somehow patiently and tenderly crafts it into something not just useful but absolutely priceless in his Kingdom.  I for one stand awed by His Handiwork.

 

 

 

UFO update: 

Following in my Mama’s footsteps, yesterday’s UFO was made from scraps of Erin’s quilt, leftover minky fabric from a baby quilt I had made, and all sorts of odd ribbon pieces from my scraps.  I had always wanted to make a taggies blanket.  So with a little creativity and a touch of Alabamian ingenuity, this is what resulted.  Hopefully, the baby that receives this someday, will know God’s love for even the tiny bits.  For reference, I used http://www.icanteachmychild.com/2010/11/make-it-taggie-blanket-for-baby/ as a tutorial. 

 

 

UFO’s – January

My whole life I have marvelled at space and all it has to offer.  One of my favorite television shows as a kid was Lost in Space. The thoughts of space travel had me mesmerized. But the kind of UFO that I will be writing about today is not the kind that will have me travelling into space.  Rather it is one that will help me clean up my space. 

I hate to come out here and confess what I am going to confess.  But I figure the best way to stop doing this to myself is to put it out there and hold myself accountable (through all of you).  I am a crafts-nut.  I have enough projects to keep me busy until the day I die.  Fortunately, I love creating things, and my creative interests appear to have no boundaries.  I have beading projects, quilts, cross-stitch, knitting, stamping, scrapbooking and a sundry of supplies.  The problem is that I have started projects and not finished them. Additionally, I will buy supplies when I read about a great project or I come across a great deal.  I have a closet full of fabric waiting to be sewn, skeins of yarn waiting to be knitted into scarves and mittens, and scrapbooks that lay with blank pages. Right here is where Robot would say, “Danger! Will Robinson! Danger!”  (Hence, UFO  in this case means UnFinished Object.)

At the heart  of this confession is the fact that I am not being a good steward of the money God gave me nor have I been realistic about the time that I have to do such projects.  I have been pulled away by doctoring, general busy-ness, kids activities, volunteering, and work commitments.  I am planning to change my ways (and save money) by finishing the projects I have started and by abstaining from purchasing new materials and supplies (if not needed to finish a current project).

So my first UFO is to finish a baby quilt (that is simply meant to be a gift to some future baby girl).  This quilt has a little history in that it is made of scraps from Erin’s bedroom quilt, and some lovely little girls at Faith’s Lodge (www.faithslodge.org) helped me piece it.  We all sat on the wonderful 3 season porch at the Lodge and we worked.  While we did it, we shared about sons and brothers that left us much too soon and about how much we missed them.  Even though it was only a handful of us at a time, looking back, we shared in what women throughout time have done.  We used our hands to create something beautiful, while we laughed and cried and used that time to soothe our souls.  Hopefully the love shared in that room will be passed on to the recipient of that blanket some day. 

Thinking about it like that, there is probably a history and a memory associated with each UFO I have to complete. Maybe that’s what I have been searching for with each purpose, the joy of making memories.  Right now, I am going to choose to travel this year down memory lane rather than seeking new and more thrilling adventures in the world of crafting.  I want to finish the quilts my Mama Cloie started.  I want to knit the yarn that was given to me by my best friend’s (and my adopted) mom.  I want to scrapbook those pictures (even if it is difficult memories of pictures with Reed). I am guessing that God will bless each project because I am choosing to recognize that my spending hasn’t been wise in the past, and that I am definitely a work in progress myself. 

If you see me longingly eyeing the supplies at the crafts stores, remind me of how I am God’s handicraft in progress.  That will certainly do the trick. 

In the meantime, if you are a crafter, happy crafting during these winter days when we want to stay home and stay in.  (And yes, I will post pictures along the way.)