Scarves

I’ve been knitting!

I am not a great knitter, I can knit only simple shapes such as scarves and other things with straight edges ๐Ÿ™‚ and maybe an ugly sock or two. But I do plan to learn more and be able to knit a sweater (maybe one day).

As I was organizing my studio I found a lot of yarn that just wasn’t “speaking” to me anymore. Not for my weaving, that is. But then I thoughtย  I could knit something with it. So I took three strands of yarn, and made this chunky long scarf:

scarf

scarf

It’s wide and soft and just perfect for cold weather.

The other one was made for the gentleman in the photo (you can’t see his face because he wanted it that way), my husband. ๐Ÿ™‚

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He wanted it striped so that’s what I did, but I added the pattern just for fun. Actually, it’s only a simple change of stitches every two or three (or twenty) rows. But it looks good, and hubby loves it. So I am happy.

scarf

scarf

The third one is a handwoven scarf.

scarf

But it actually started as a set of table runners! I took a fine greyish cotton I almost forgot I had, added a bit of lime green cotton, and wove my table runners. Then I washed the fabric (and prepared to cut and sew it), but it shrunk! And not only that, it softened too! So magically, a scarf was born! ๐Ÿ™‚

scarf

Well, why not?

scarf

Looks great to me.

My Grandmother’s Works of Art

I have a box under my bed in which I keep treasures. That’s what all girls do, right? ๐Ÿ™‚ And that box contains all kinds of treasures – Meda’s first toy and collar, my firsts (and only) novel never published, and some more stuff. But what I wanted to share with you are some things my Grandmother made, and since she died several years ago, I’m even more attached to them. It’s a pair of knitted socks, as I like to call them “Serbian style”. She knitted them when she was a young girl, I think at the time of the Second World War.

Beautiful needlework:

There’s still some basil inside to keep the moths off:

I also have a doily she crocheted. It’s made of silk, which my Grandmother and her Grandmother used to get from silk bugs. So, this piece has even more family history to it.

I’ve stiffened it with starch, and I have a beautiful round frame to put it in, so it’s going to be hanged on my bedroom wall and admired every day.

I like to think I inherited some of her talent for making beautiful things. I feel like her work still lives through mine, and that gives me some comfort. I miss her so much.