I don’t iron. I iron nothing. I don't hate it or anything, I just don't see the point. There are people, like my mom who iron everything. Most Italians I know would rather die than leave the house unironed. My mom, and most Italians I know iron bed sheets. BED SHEETS. I have, many times, declared that I have never and will never iron the sheets.
Ok. I ironed this sheet, but it’s not going on the bed. I hatched an idea yesterday and it involved an old sheet. The idea went better with an ironed sheet. So I ironed a sheet.
Want to take a little trip with me? Come on. I’ll tour you through my thinking…the thought process that hatched the idea. Everyone vaccinated? Let’s go into my head.
think: I really want to crochet a rag rug.
think: gotta learn to crochet.
6 months later…
find: every sheet in the house with huge holes from new puppy
think: I’ll save these for that rag rug I want to make!
1 year later…
see: a guy on The Panopticon blog knitting with needles as big as turkey basters
think: I can KNIT a rag rug! (duh)
look for: turkey baster sized needles.
3 weeks later…
think: I can knit a rag rug!
borrow: Mette’s turkey baster needles
learn: to make great balls of cloth yarn from Mette
go: home with jumbo needles and some new-to-me knowledge
receive: this cool book from some friends who own a gallery in town (Art for the Housewife author/artist Cynthia Korzekwa...very cool, google her)
make: a cappuccino
finish : the milk
think: these cows from the milk carton would make cool earrings
think: Don't get distracted. I’m going to knit a rag rug! (a crochet version is found in the book)
find: Q ripped up sheets
knit: a practice square
think: I need a better sheet
think: I need an even better sheet.
get: permanent markers and white sheet
MAKE: a better sheet
knit: a … well, I don’t know what it will be yet but after all that I’m sure as shit not putting it on the floor and walking on it.
Tour’s over. I’ve got to knit.