We hang out with knitters, but besides the projects we see on blogs and Ravelry, how many do you actually see in the wild, up close and personal? Of all the thousands of Baby Surprise Jackets, have you ever seen one on a real baby, one of which you haven’t knitted?
I’ve been thinking about this. In the past five years, not counting ones in captivity at knit shops or craft fairs, I can count identifiable works in the wild on one hand. There was a Vintage Velvet scarf in Seattle, an Anne Norling Strawberry Hat in Denmark, and a Fakeisle hat in Bellingham. Where are the others hiding?
Or the opposite, have you had anyone stop you, out of the blue, and ask if that’s a Charlotte’s Web you are wearing? I don’t know why these things intrigue me. I guess I have a fear of hitting my local Sally Ann and finding dozens of Baby Surprises after spending days knitting one myself. Or maybe only knitters appreciate knitting.
Seeing as though there’s plenty of knitting content here, I’ll give some not so equal time to the woodworker in my house. He turned this spalted birch vase as a special gift for Blogless Marsha’s blogless spouse.
Personally, I don’t get wood turning. We have many beautiful pieces in our house, but they each require hours and hours and hours (you get the point) of standing on hard concrete in a dirty dusty environment, and at the very last minute it’s conceivable that you can hit a rough patch and blow it all to smithereens.
Once I heard a loud whump from his garage workshop, followed by an expletive, naturally. Out he came, shaking his head, lamenting the fact that yet another one had gotten away. Poof! Sawdust. A couple of weeks later he looked up. There was a good part of the body of a bowl impaled in the garage’s roughly insulated ceiling.
Way too risky for me. I guess it’s the woodturner’s version of a knitted gift from the heart.
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