Boxy, But Good
November 28, 2006
Remember July 2005? You and me, locked in a room in Nashville for days, staring at page proofs and correcting the new errors that got made when they corrected the old errors and then getting disgusted and going yarn shopping–remember that? Good times.
My flight home was delayed, so after getting an Airport Manicure (a Nashville specialty), I got out the fresh supplies of Brown Sheep Lamb’s Pride Bulky that I had laid in during our clandestine escapes to Angel Hair Yarn Co. and My Threaded Bliss, and set to making more felted boxes.
I think I finished two of them before I got home. Then I couldn’t stop. I kept making them and making them.
They were turning out better than the ones made for the book, because the book boxes were felted between 2 and 4 a.m. the night before the photoshoot, in my no-peeking, front-loading, geriatric German washing machine from hell, and didn’t exactly get —how do I put this–DRY– before photo-time.
So I kept making them, and I started experimenting with doing them single-stranded instead of double stranded (this works fine, you get a smaller box). It was really fun but it was a bummer that I couldn’t blog them in all their obsessive-compulsive glory, because we were in the Cone of Silence, waiting for the book to come out.
By the time the book came out, I had forgotten about this binge of boxes. Then my computer broke for a few months, with the pictures locked inside. (Note to self: BACK. UP. NOW. IDIOT.) Then (last week), I got it fixed. (Note to self: Yay Geek Squad, especially Special Agent Ray, love ya!) So now I bring you Felted Box-O-Rama 2005, for no particular reason except that I got the pictures back.
I just realized that I need new Tupperware.