gardening. fencing. and cleaning
Several months ago, I inherited the lifetime stash of a friend's grandma. It completely inundated my storage area, and I will not have to buy anything for years, I'm sure. quite overwhelming. anyway, this blanket was one of things that came to me in that load:
I love this quilt, despite it's deteriorization (is that a word?) I have been working on patching it, slowly. It is so beautiful to me! all those colors...I have worn this to the village as a wrap, even!
Sooo, today, I was looking through the stash to find a drop spindle and I came across the rest of the pieces for this blanket, as well as squares for another, and the yarn she was using to edge these.
What I find so fascinating is the thrifty mentality that drives a person to save all these things. That drives one to laboriously cut squares and hexagons out of old clothes, and blanket stitch around each one, after zigzaging all the edges on the machine, and bundle them all up, and go on to the next project, which undoubtedly is sittng half-finished in a bag in my storage area. I do this kind of thing, too, and I will attempt, over the coming years, to finish what she started. She (Betty McKinnon) put so much time into this; I feel compelled to do my duty to the chaotic beauty that is this blanket. A task with diminishing returns, it's true, but certainly a labor of love.
I had a wonderful day for the most part, gardening, weeding around the perennial garlic, planting potatoes, which is probably premature, digging out blackberry roots, hauling composted manure down to the garden, mulching always mulching. All this in the light rain.
Oh, and I uncharacteristically did some fencing, as I do not want the newest lamb to suffer the fate of its predecessors. so now we have a barn pasture again, and it means feeding hay when there is green grass in the field, but it means keeping the babies alive.
We are not blessed by the Underhills, the Good Folk, not yet. The more time I dedicate to our farm, the greater the blessings.
All this means, of course, that fiber arts go by the wayside on days such as these.
I love this quilt, despite it's deteriorization (is that a word?) I have been working on patching it, slowly. It is so beautiful to me! all those colors...I have worn this to the village as a wrap, even!
Sooo, today, I was looking through the stash to find a drop spindle and I came across the rest of the pieces for this blanket, as well as squares for another, and the yarn she was using to edge these.
What I find so fascinating is the thrifty mentality that drives a person to save all these things. That drives one to laboriously cut squares and hexagons out of old clothes, and blanket stitch around each one, after zigzaging all the edges on the machine, and bundle them all up, and go on to the next project, which undoubtedly is sittng half-finished in a bag in my storage area. I do this kind of thing, too, and I will attempt, over the coming years, to finish what she started. She (Betty McKinnon) put so much time into this; I feel compelled to do my duty to the chaotic beauty that is this blanket. A task with diminishing returns, it's true, but certainly a labor of love.
I had a wonderful day for the most part, gardening, weeding around the perennial garlic, planting potatoes, which is probably premature, digging out blackberry roots, hauling composted manure down to the garden, mulching always mulching. All this in the light rain.
Oh, and I uncharacteristically did some fencing, as I do not want the newest lamb to suffer the fate of its predecessors. so now we have a barn pasture again, and it means feeding hay when there is green grass in the field, but it means keeping the babies alive.
We are not blessed by the Underhills, the Good Folk, not yet. The more time I dedicate to our farm, the greater the blessings.
All this means, of course, that fiber arts go by the wayside on days such as these.