The topic of this ditty, Is unconventionally pretty, Of resin and clay, And designed to stay, It's known as a Gritty Knitty.
To brighten a room, I made a bloom, On a sieve, That would give, No perfume.
Our day for festive trade, Had by two months been delayed, The pressure was high, Because we couldn't buy As everything had to be handmade.
To use materials we were hoarding, I tried making a cushion with cording, It took little practice, And it's covered in cactus, But new skills are very rewarding.
As part of my farewell, I made a poncho with no pastel, The colours may be bold, But it was made for a 4-year-old, Which is why it doesn't fit me well.
There once was a rich Japanese lord, With a repaired tea bowl he abhorred, An artist said behold, Then filled the cracks with gold, And the new art of Kintsugi soared.
Well that's it. The epic saga is finally over. Months, nay, years in the making. Most of the yarn was re-dyed, much of it was undone and re-knitted. But I can finally be warm and cozy. Just in time for spring. Hopefully now my housemate will stop giving me shit about how long I've been knitting the… Continue reading The blues are over