Made in the USA
August 2, 2011
(Ignore that picture up there for a second.) HEY HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW ISSUE OF Twist Collective? Best. Issue. Ever. (As always, the Problem Ladies are there, looking over the tops of their half-glasses and trying to give helpful, non-judgmental advice. While sometimes giving unhelpful and/or judgmental advice.)
My knitting of Square Stuff continues apace, and in a not very photogenic way. All manner of squares, imperceptibly getting bigger. I have everything from neat little Subway Squares, in recycled denim (square count: 8.5 out of 9!) to Mega Super Jumbo Miters that actually count as resistance exercise when I turn them after every row of 400-plus stitches. I have also managed to steal a few minutes away from Being A Fun Parent (Beta) to get to the sewing machine. This yielded at least one camera-ready FO:
Tea Towel Tote Bag. I used the excellent instructions in this wonderful Japanese book. I made French seams, people! This project took me about an hour. Next time I’m going to use webbing straps.
The tea towel is a rare deaccessioning from what I call the Vicky & Al Museum of Contemporary Tea Towels, aka my private collection. What is it about tea towels? I don’t know. I just love them (although they have to be The Kind I Like). This one, I believe a souvenir of the anniversary celebration of the Royal Festival Hall in London, or anyway a souvenir of Britain, was a gift of indulgent pals Belinda & Neil. It is rare to find a couple in which both partners combine an astute eye for tea towel aesthetics and a generous and non-judgmental attitude toward collectors of tea towels. Someday, perhaps around my 80th birthday, my collection will be exhibited to the public, cascading from the ceiling of the Park Avenue Armory. Stranger and more wonderful things have happened.
We live in a golden age of tea towels. I am not letting it pass me by.
P.S. While we are talking about Bags, here is the Bag That I Most Want To Copy.
It’s Orna’s. She got it from a woman in Italy who was selling them in the market in Florence or perhaps Rome. I want to upgrade the straps and hardware (so, it probably wasn’t Florence), but basically this is the recycled linen bag of my dreams.