To all my knitting friends out there –
Anyone going to Brighton sometime soon? If ever you are: the rooms at the Pelirocco hotel (very weird rooms, I must admit :)) don’t go by numbers but by names.
The pictures below show the room Do Knit Disturb and if only Brighton was closer to Berlin I’d go for a weekend to visit!
Do you ever wonder what to do with leftover yarn?
Confessions of a Yarn-A-Holic posted a wonderful link today: 34 Adorable Things to do with leftover bits of yarn, composed and arranged by Buzz Feed. (Thank you for posting this!!) Below are my favorites: pom poms as bookmarks and a clock sweater.
Maybe I should post pictures of the yarn stamps, the bows and the ahern too.
Maybe you should have a look at the article yourself. Eventually, you’ll like it just as much as I do!
Aren’t those wonderful?!
The (free) pattern is available at handimania and supposedly it’s easy to accomplish. I will definitly make a pair for J (as long as his feet are smaller than mine …). How about you? Will you give it a try? Can’t wait to see your pair of converse slippers 🙂
I have quite a few childhood friends, some forever friends, but also business friends and eMail friends. Some are casual friends others are close friends but there is only ONE genuine crochet friend (well, maybe two crochet friends, says J, referring to Hannah, her constant interest and support in my projects and blog … :)).
Anyhow – it was rather by chance that Juliane and I realized we’re both hookers. However, she does not have a blog (yet) and consequently I am in the fortunate position to post the little bear she made the other day. She calls him the UglyTeddy, which is probably a synonym for „Teddy with a lot of character“ as he is not ugly at all.
Be it as it may, the UglyTeddy is here to meet the world. Please welcome the UglyTeddy with me (Ta-daaaah – a drum roll, please).
No crochet today. No knitting but poetry. Usually, I am not drawn to poetry at all but since I read Wislawa Szymborska’s Could Have* the other day, I can’t get it out of my mind.
Sometimes it takes only a split second for a life to change and if days weren’t packed the way they are I would (should?) give this some more thought.
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It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.
You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.
You were in luck — there was a forest.
You were in luck — there were no trees.
You were in luck — a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .
So you’re here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn’t be more shocked or
speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.
* taken from „View With a Grain of Sand“ (trans. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh, New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1996)
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A wonderful (willful) weekend to everyone out there.