Here it is, my first blogged, hand made item. It’s nothing ground breaking, but I thought it would be a fitting project to start off my blog-land adventure. I’ll explain why in a minute.
I’ve been wanting to keep a record of what I make for a long, long time. One of my earliest memories probably involves gluing popsicle sticks together, or slathering something with tempera paint. Not much as changed , except for maybe some higher quality materials. I am hoping that this medium allows me a space to reflect on my progress, and process. I am not specifically a knitter, a sewer, a painter, or a crafter, even though I’d be proud to be considered any of those things, or welcomed into any of those communities. My hope is that a little bit of everything will trickle onto this blog. Maybe it could be something interesting to read for a fellow “maker”. Maybe only our cat will read it, I wouldn’t put it past her. I think she’s smarter than she lets on…
Back to the blanket. It’s for a very special new person in my extended family. Something I love about making a gift by hand is how you can communicate with it. It’s just a blanket, you could probably buy something similar at the Baby Gap. In Fact, I’m sure this little guy probably has a closet full of blankets waiting for him at home. He has a big sister that came before him after all. But this one is different. Because with every stitch I thought of this little person. Hoping that my humble little attempt at textile art will somehow let him know how happy I am to be an auntie. Totally unnecessary, but also, complete necessary . Does that make any sense? If you think so, you might be just the reader I’m looking for.
Here’s to the begining of a journal for ” the sake of making”.