Wednesday, September 03, 2008

These people have waaay
too much time on their hands. But do you even need to ask if I am going to make several of these?
Just for stash deletion, of course.
I'm puzzled that these folks seem to think that they've stumbled upon something unknown to generations of crocheters-have they never seen a ruffled doily before?- but find their mathematical enthusiasm endearing, except for the Global Warming hoo-hah.

I blame Living Crafts magazine, which introduced me to this. I just finished mine, and I must say that once I felted it in the washer, it was cute as puddin' pie in an organic fiber Waldorf kind of way. Just exactly the spot for these figures to play. I even improvised a forest floor for the woodland creatures.

And then I thought: why not a whole forest? Oh, I don't mean it would be as large as the farm, maybe two feet square after felting. Many greens and browns mixed, with a lighter leafy glad in the center of moss and gold. There might be a stream in one corner (the pond was the worst of the blocks for the farm, as I am allergic to color stranding, so it will be a little stream). And a cave of grey/green Koigu, left over from the rocks for the sheep pasture. And more rocks. And a hollow log, large enough for hedgehogs and rabbits. Shrubs, ferns, embroidered forest flowers and needle-felted mushrooms. But that's enough detail- have to leave something to the imagination.

It was obvious to me that this could get entirely out of hand- see the Coral Reef people- so I enlisted Marge as my accountability person. "Once I get the forest done- that's it, okay? No swamps, no rainforests, no beaches- understand?"
"Oh, they have a wonderful set of animals- a snake and a crocodile and a parrot and palm trees..."
"Okay- stop."
"- and a monkey-"

It's good to have a kid around who speaks your language and understands the Siren Song of Fibre. At least she won't be crocheting- knitting? could you knit them?- corals, as acrylics do not sully her hand. Ever.
We spent an hour in the Cascade section, laying out different color combos of skeins on the floor for her own blanket, completely engrossed, happy as only afficianados of something can be.


mushroom said...

While admitting this is completely foreign to me, it is very funny.

I'm pretty sure there's a Twelve Step program for folks with this addiction.

"My name is Sal and I'm a hook-aholic."

Just don't let it get to point where they're lobbing tear gas through the window as the chief shouts through a bullhorn, "Put the crochet hook down and back way."

Sal said...

Hi, mushroom- I'm honored!
There's a post about my New Year's Resolution, which was to knit up my stash before I bought anymore yarn.
Yeah, whatevs.
Kept it for the first three months, and finished several projects, but then the dam broke. First a trickle, then le deluge.

Luckily, one of my volunteer jobs gives me a chance to dispose of purchases made in a fugue state.

QP said...

You have so much fun with fiber! The playmates are too tactilely precious. I use to make some out of glued felt pieces when i was teaching first grade; then I made the labels for each thing and clay animals, with labels and then verb labels and adjective and adverb labels - pretty soon the kids were constructing imaginative sentences.

Sal said...

Fabuolous for the tactile and visual learners, I bet!
Sis says she thinks O will play with this for hours. Very gratifying...

USS Ben USN (Ret) said...

Hookaholic, LOL!
Ahem, sorry, that was funny.
Now...can you crochet a tarantula?
Ha ha!

I'm anticipating a Raccoon! :^)
I bet you can create a cool one!