So, here’s the thing: I need your help. Yes, yours.
I’m bad at titles. In fact, it’s quite common for me to write a story and have no idea what the thing is actually called until long after it’s finished (and sometimes not even then). In second year uni, a particularly last-minute title of mine was brought out by my lecturer as an example of pretentiousness – unfair, considering it was the best I could come up with after I’d spent half an hour trying to work out what on earth to call the story before submitting it. If it was an example of anything, it was desperation.
To be fair, it was a pretty bad title – if I remember correctly, it involved the term “Deconstruction” somewhere.
All of which brings us to here and now, with me trying to start a brand-new project and falling down at one vital point: What should I call it? My head is full of ideas of things I want to write and teasers I want to post, but it’s somewhat difficult to carry out these plans if there’s nowhere in which to do it. Clearly, I need help and you’re the ideal ones to ask.
This is the plan: I want to start a website/magazine/blog combination based around my current obsession of wool-related crafts. The problem seems to lie in the fact that it’s next to impossible to come up with a woolly or crafty title that isn’t cheesy.
We’ve tried a few already. World of Woolcraft was a winner for a while, but I feel I might be over-selling the content a little bit there. At best, it would be A State of Woolcraft. Someone suggested I change it to Katie’s World of Wool, but that feels like I’m setting myself up as an expert in the arena, which would be somewhat fraudulent. I flirted with The Woollery while Just Wool was dismissed out of hand. The Woolfarer came to mind out of the blue this morning and has yet to be rejected or otherwise.
The thing is, none of them is right. If I’m going to dedicate hours of my time to this project, I want to love the name of it as much as I love the project itself.
So I need your help!
Leave a comment and suggest a title to me. Share your favourite book or magazine title or even a phrase you really like. If you do happen to have an idea for the title of a wool magazine, please share that, too! There could be a reward in it for you somewhere if it helps me out of my naming pickle.
Have I mentioned anything about my socks yet? Maybe I’ve been a bit too quiet on that front, what with my constant posting of woolly goodness on instagram and my barely-constrained squeeing on this here blog. Yes, in fact, I’m almost positive I’ve hardly mentioned the socks at all.
The fact is, I totally made socks. Yes, a whole pair of them! I managed to avoid falling victim to Second Sock Syndrome, where the thought of creating a life partner for your newly-knitted sock is too much to bear. None of that for me, thankfully! On the other hand, I did succumb to my personal syndrome, Argh, No, I Don’t Want To Pick Up Stitches Again. I’m beginning to think I should assemble a knitting collective, where everyone contributes their favourite knitting technique to everyone else’s project. Alas, I suspect this would end in almost everything being done except the weaving-in.
And now, without any further ado, I present to the world my first ever pair of socks.
Before we go on, I’d just like to re-assure those of you who are worrying: one sock is not, in fact, shorter than the other. That is a trick of perspective combined with my uneven pegging.
It’s all very well to have socks hanging from my washing line, but that’s not really where they belong, is it? They belong on my feet.
Ah, the timer function on my camera, how I love it so. Things I love a little less are the ants you can’t actually see here, thanks to the magic of Photoshop’s spot healing brush. So many ants! I swear they came out just to see what was going on and subsequently made a bee-line for my socks. Or an ant-line whichever seems most accurate. I had to spend ten minutes picking dead ants out of my socks afterwards.
Ants aside, you can see how successful my socks are at being socks. They positively excel in the fields of Covering My Feet and Keeping Said Feet Warm (and safe from ants). In fact, I am so happy with how it all turned out that I have plans to make many more socks. You should see my stash of self-striping sock yarn right now. Something has to be done about it.
In conclusion: SOCKS! I MADE SOCKS! It’s a very satisfying feeling indeed. Has anyone else achieved something significant lately? Tell me all about it!
Every now and then, I’m struck by an alarming feeling: there aren’t enough crochet owl tea cosies in the world. It’s a legitimate concern. Even now, there are teapots out there, bereft, knowing there’s something missing from their life but not knowing how to fix it all. This situation is tragic enough; it’s even worse when you know that cosy-less teapot belongs to a friend.
All of which explains why I sat down a little while ago with crochet hook in hand, ready to address the world-wide owl tea cosy shortage. One of the best side-effects of making things for other people is the way it tends to take the edge off the annoying, fiddly elements you’ll encounter in any given project. If I’d been making this cosy for myself, I probably would have put it aside once I’d constructed both halves, promising myself I’d get back to it as soon as possible. (No, really. I’ll totally do it next week. OK, maybe next year some time…) Since I was making this one for Jen (who used to have a completely awesome blog about all her craft market adventures and should totally start it up again NO PRESSURE, JEN), I got straight into the fiddly bits and didn’t rest until it was all done.
Then Jen went off on a trip to various interesting parts of the world and I had to hold off on sending the cosy until I knew she was back in the country. I didn’t want the poor thing to be sitting in a post-office holding area, cold and un-loved and nowhere near a teapot.
Now, we all know what happens around here when I make something: it’s photoshoot time! Let me introduce you to my latest tea cosy.
Once you’ve managed to drag your eyes away from the subtle green of the edging, you’re probably going to notice those strange dots in the background. They are, in fact, insects. Tiny, infinitesimal insects that were invisible to the naked eye but managed a sort of mass photobombing effect in most of my photos.
That is some top-class cosying. Nothing keeps your tea as warm as a crocheted owl.
Just in case you were wondering if that was a TARDIS teapot in the background above, allow me to confirm your suspicions with this photo below.
Unfortunately, TARDIS teapots aren’t any bigger on the inside, a revelation that completely puts paid to my dream of having a never-ending pot of lovely warm tea always to hand.
There’s a reason I’ve been absent from the blog for a while and it actually has nothing to do with laziness. The fact is, I’ve been obsessed with the sock I’ve just finished knitting and it has pretty much been the only thing on my mind. Whenever I thought about writing a blog post, “SOCKS!” was more or less the only topic that came to mind. Make no mistake: there will be a proper blog about said socks once the second one is finished, but I wouldn’t mind mixing things up, especially for those of you who might not be all that interested in seeing all of my woolly projects all of the time.
Instead, I’ve limited my sock-related squeeing to instagram. For now.
So let’s talk about something else: me. But first: you. When you eat cake, do you start with the icing or leave it until last? Do you eat the things you don’t like first and save the best bits for the end of your meal? Does it backfire on you, too, when you discover you’re too full from eating the boring things to enjoy the delicious treats you carefully saved for yourself?
Unfortunately, I apply that attitude towards my life as well as my food. Instead of getting right into all of the things I dream of doing, I hold myself back and get stuck into boring stuff first. While this ensures the laundry is done and the dishes are nicely cleaned and stacked away, it also means that I never manage to get to the more enjoyable tasks.
For instance: I had grand plans of entering a story in the KSP Speculative Fiction Awards this year. It didn’t happen. I wanted to start knitting a gift scarf when I’d finished the first set of decreases on my sock. It didn’t happen until after I’d finished the entire sock (which we could possibly call a partial win). I have an extremely exciting project that I’ve wanted to sink myself into for weeks and I’ve only just made a start on turning it into reality.
In short: argh. Why do I behave this way? As far as I know, I only have the one life to hand, so why is that I’m constantly holding myself back from all of the things that would bring me happiness and satisfaction? It drives me crazy. If anyone has any tips on how to start with the icing and leave the boring cakey bits for last, please let me know.
For now, I’ll finish up with some photos taken on our trip to Queenscliff a little while ago. And by “a little while ago” I mean “around ten weeks ago”, so you know they’re nice and timely.
These photos nicely demonstrate what happens when we try to go for a walk on holiday. If it doesn’t start raining out of a previously sunny sky, then giant waves try to drown us while we’re innocently walking along a coastal path. It certainly makes for an interesting life.