Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Bag it

The Hostess is not "crafty" per se. No. More like, possessing certain skills, let's say, which she occasionally, with much irritation, presses into service. But, as you surely suspect, one does not become, or should not, an apparel sourcer with no affinity or ability towards these "crafty" pursuits. All I can really tell you is that when you argue about cashmere sweater trim stitches for a living, there is not a lot of joy in hobbyist needle turning. Occasionally however, I will see a knit that I love but dislike the yarn or colorway, or wish it were a scarf, hat, or throw. It is then when I have to suck it up.

Yarn-project baskets also bring me no great joy. But, I notice designers employing a basket of yarn as a creative visual tool now and it is growing on me. Usually, I hid the basket in a closet. It was a little too grandma/old school/country kitten for a city girl. Maybe you know what I mean?




Now I am contemplating leaving a basket out because project bags have come such a long way. A colorful array of these taffeta bags in a sleek basket would be a neat touch by the couch (There are enough colors to have them coordinated to the project. Is my OCD showing?):





Purl Soho

4 comments:

An Aesthete's Lament said...

You must stop posting such things, because now I feel I have to learn to knit. Which would be sheer folly, since I can barely sew on a button.

Mrs. Blandings said...

Needlepoint is so much better than knitting because you don't have to count or measure or fit anything. And you can still have a jazzy bag.

Blushing hostess said...

AAL - let me say, I hear you. I was far too young when I was converted into the cult and I go to great lengths to hide my membership... and another thing, I sourced sweaters for Talbots back in the novelty sweater days when they had big honkin' apples and tartan Santa's all over years worth of heavy gauge cardigans. Talk about folly!

And Mrs. B. you know, a lady seated next to me at the Dr.'s office last week said the very same thing. It never occurred to me, but how true it is. I never considered a way I would not be pissed off the entire time I was doing needlework because the stitches were not perfect. Call this the awakening of the Hostess...

Mrs. Blandings said...

I'm not kidding. It's zen. Like saying a rosary (to mix my religious metaphors.)