Below, pictures of needle work in progress:
This above is a hat I made for Liam two winters ago. He has outgrown it - and so I must now make another. It's not cold yet, but it will be.
The above is a pair of booties I recently made for the newborn daughter of the cashier who sells me coffee every morning. $1.35 every day. He lives in Brooklyn and this is his first baby. So his baby get boots.
The above is a cross stitch project I started - get this - 14 years ago. As in ten years plus another four. It is nearly done - I just have to fill in the sky and the walkway - and a few more columns on the house next door. WIll I ever finish it? Outlook good. I have kept it around all these years and I still have all the materials. So yeah, I'll finish. By the time I am 50, for sure.
I find knitting (and cross stitch similar to climbing (yeah, go ahead and laugh... no one I know does BOTH... just me) in that it turns off brain and creates hypnotic concentration. Right after my climbing trip in Peru, I went to the central market in Cusco and bought two kilos of baby alpaca yarn - rather a lot - for about $20 American dollars. I just finished sorting it. I plan to knit more baby things with it - just in case, you know. Leta and Buzz get pregnant again. (That'd be nice.)
Just as information, reader, I have two more posts on my mind right now, and both of them involve what you have come to expect from my blog, lately; sex or sexual anatomy, my slow descent into alcoholism, and my ravenous desire to climb places no one sane would ever set foot. But I thought a clean little entry about my craft projects might be tolerated for a day, and so now you have it.