Deana and Glen are getting married. Did anyone not know that? So in honor of their nearing
nupital nuptal wedding, Deana has asked me to make them a quilt. Me! I’m pretty darn honored, I am. And it’s a challenge. Oo, color me intrigued. So I’m going, on occasion, to post random photos and updates so that they can, you know, be with me on the process. Oh, do they get to see full photos? No, they do not.
The rules: Inspired by the works of Jules Verne. Photos have been sent to me to give the feel which interests them. Think From the Earth to the Moon, Journey to the Center of the Earth, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I have found fabrics that I find to be rich and interesting, that remind me of the journey from our iron-rich core to the stars. The names I have given them for reference: deep red, molten brown, Asian flowers, Tron. There are skulls and novae and sharks.
I give you the first photo:
These are the candidates. Who gets included? Left behind? Stay tuned… though I’m pretty sure the blond kid and the train will be axed. From the quilt, that is.
It’s not Chariots of Fire, but still.
The Spit is Exhausted.
It has performed its tast admirably, and I will return to it again and again. But not for this project! For I have finished! I have… SOCKS!
You know those mini tornadoes that you would get in the middle of the street or on the blacktop, in that place where no bushes grew but where the chip bags and twinkie wrappers lay scattered, and the fall wind would come out of nowhere, it seemed, and there would be this inverted cone of dust, leaves, and lightweight trash that rose into the sky and danced, no, moseyed across the playground or down the street and you would just watch and watch, because it was like a magic trick and the blessing of a miracle that was visible from your second-floor fifth-grade classroom was too wonderful not to stare at?
*Feeling the heat.*
“Charlotte Lucas has just accepted Mr. Collins,”:http://librivox.org/pride-and-prejudice-by-jane-austen-solo-project/ and I have just begun the foot of the sock (part two). The days are counting down to the completion of the union of the two (socks), and I am feeling the pressure, though I admit my own happy occasion must be one of more perfect joy than that insensible pair.
Guess what I’ve been listening to?
*The pattern’s the thing.*
Chris has taken the camera and flown away, leaving me with the old camera with which to document my progress. The problem is that the old camera will not take photos unless the lighting is full natural light. As I tend to photograph and post at about, oh, 11:30 at night, tonight’s entry will be entirely descriptive.
By the way, I’m working on the heel of sock (part two).
(Warning: knit-technical content to follow. Wink wink.)