Love pumpkins, but I can’t remember carving one as a kid. I think my Mom must have, but I know I didn’t. I did carve a bar of soap into the shape of Pac- Man, if that’s consolation.
Even with my own kids, we usually just decorate the outside of the pumpkin per school rules for class contests (Pumpkin Saturn, Pumpkin Godzilla, and Pumpkin Elvis) but we’ve rarely had the time, or energy, in the chaos of October to carve. Besides, we already had Elvis in furry mutton chops rotting on the front step.
But, I really like being a Craftsy kind of Mom, so this year we pulled out the carving saws I got in a post- Halloween sale.
My son generously let me and my daughter each do about half a sawing motion, then he claimed the tools and got down to business.
Yes, these are mine… all mine. I’m back to selfish knitting and it just feels so right 🙂 I used the left over City Tweed Heavy Weight from my daughter’s…
Let’s just focus on all the good stuff first and save the tragic bits for the end, okay? So, here’s my Waiting for Rain shawl, knit in the most beautiful…
Drawn to light, but rarely settling enough to savor it. Not self-destructive, just sometimes self- defeating. I can move through life, craving more, but not stay in one place long…
I wasn’t sure if I’d have anything to show for this year’s Tops, Tanks, and Tees Knit-along. It’s been crazy time around here, so I haven’t had as much knitting…