Craft Fever

Lately I've been bitten by the crafting bug. Pinterest is fueling my fire, not to mention Facebook groups I'm in. I've been collecting pins like a squirrel collecting nuts. I have to blame reading Little House Living and The Made From Scratch Life. I have the urge to make as many handmade gifts as possible. I'm thinking ahead to birthdays, Mother's Day, Christmas, and baby gifts.

My plans are to make several cotton dishcloths for cleaning. I'm currently whipping up a couple crochet ones and then I'll try knit to see which ones I like the best. My bestie, Allison, kidnapped me into a knit group and they're brainwashing me to make all these unbelievable knit things. Seriously. It is yarn porn. Gorgeous, hand-dyed fibers, amazing projects. I swear these people are witches. The stuff they make is just magic. 

100% cotton, single-crochet dishcloth.

I also need to finish the afghan I was making before my Memaw passed away in 2014. It's so pretty and snuggly. I'd also like to make a baby blanket or 2. One to celebrate my newest niece born on the 8th. *awwwwww*  

Afghan I was making for Memaw before she passed away.

Then I want to make some embroidery samplers for gifts and wall decor. I'd also like to make some super cute embroidered tea towels and seasonal designs to put on the wall.

Ready to get my stitch on. 

Yes, I'm 90 years old.

If I get brave enough, I may also whip out through sewing machine and make a gathering apron to get ready for all the wicked gardening I have planned. This one may not happen because sewing machines and I don't speak the same language. They say, "Yo, operator, you're not doing this right." I hear, "Hey, throw me off a cliff because I'm laughing at you in my little machine voice." It's really a good thing we don't live very close to any substantial cliffs. Although, if you had to sacrifice machinery to the gods, I'd definitely take that job. Now, I can run a treadle sewing machine, you know the one you power with your foot. I can make that happen, no problem. But these newfangled electric machines? I'm pretty sure they were manufactured by Satan himself. Or maybe they're powered by the evil machine system in the Matrix. 

That's old news, Morpheus. 

I'm also daydreaming about putting my garden in and thinking about wild plum season. I need to make some wild plum preserves this summer. By need, I mean MUST. I MUST MAKE JELLY!

And if you didn't already think I was a little old lady, you will after this. I want to make rag rugs. I can see little rugs I've made out of our old clothes all over the house. And someday I will make quilts. I can remember being a little girl sitting under the quilt rack while my great-grandma hand-quilted these precious blankets. Sometimes I'd poke the needle back through for her, but mostly I just watched. It was like watching constellations being created before my very eyes. I want to be surrounded by things I have made with my own hands. Things that love went into. Things I can teach to my kids or friends and pass that love and skill set down. So many people don't know the joy of seeing something you made having a use. Something unimpressive that with a little time, skill, and determination, transformed into something to make life easier or more enjoyable. 

Is anybody else getting their craft on? What do you like to make?