Head up, lenses up SoCal , there're Photography for Knitter workshops heading your way mid March. If you're a member of the El Segundo Slipt Stitchers Knitting Guild, I am honored to be your March program and hope you'll sign up for the workshop (march 17/18). If you're not a member , find me at Wildfiber in Santa Monica on march 18th (call them to register) and at Loop & Leaf in Santa Barbara for a Photo Safari on March 20. We're working on some Craft Activism booksignings, too, stay tuned
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About a year ago, under the influence of Ellen, Maryse and a massive quantity of partial skeins, I started crocheting my Big Ass Granny Square afghan.
Little did I know that by the time I finally finished the last long round of edging last week....
I would actually BE one.
The Big Ass Granny Square afghan is one continuous square of worsted weight, natural fiber yarn -mostly wool with some alpaca and silk blends in there. It's the Chocolate Box Square in Jan Eaton's 200 Crochet Blocks . Awesome resource. It's an alternative to your basic granny square--I like that the little tiles of color line up instead of being staggered.
There's no sequence or repeats or plan - I chose colors by contrast or by varying warms and colds. I ended up buying 3 skeins, when I ran out of their colors but thought I'd miss having them in the mix: orange, grey and a green. Other than that, I love that I can see bits of sweaters and hats I knit, yarns from gifts for loved ones, yarn for test knitting projects for both Shear Spirit and Craft Activism, yarn I dyed myself , and yarn my dear knitting friends enabler, Mary Lou, sent me when I worried I might be running low.
I've already put Bobo on notice that he is NOT allowed to cozy up on this one. And I'm plotting another, for a gift request.
Credit to my friend & colleague Edwina Stevensonhttp://www.edwinastevenson.com, she photographed me in my afghan at The Inn at Montpelier, where we stayed while working on a photo shoot for a client up in Vermont last week. I wonder if the inn staff thought we were crazy, dancing around in an afghan on a chilly VT back porch?