The topic of this ditty, Is unconventionally pretty, Of resin and clay, And designed to stay, It's known as a Gritty Knitty.
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.
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
Thinking of a birthday present, For a friend who likes the odd succulent, But they could carry disease, And she lives overseas, So I made one that needs no nourishment.
I wrote a pretty average poem for this project, but there is so much I want to talk about and a short poem just wasn't going to encompass it. You may remember a dying project of mine from over a year ago. Well, the subsequent knitting project is finally on its way! After many test squares trying… Continue reading A rainbow with the blues
I was knitting on the round With merino/possum I found After a month's delay For a friend's birthday Toastie ears are inbound This poem just wasn't working out, I've rewritten it enough to make me pout, What even rhymes with gift? Probably something like rift, Sorry for being a sellout.
As NYE festival time loomed, A more cliche white girl image I assumed, No poncho, braids or braces, And nothing offensive to other races, Thus my next knitting project bloomed. My mother and I were committed, To make flowers both crocheted and knitted, Through pages of Pinterest we trawled, With flowers the table was sprawled, It… Continue reading Floral headdress