One of the things on my crafting bucket list has been learning to crochet. To be fair, I could do a single crochet stitch. I crocheted a bit in high school; I remember making strips that you joined together to make a blanket. Everyone was doing it* so I joined it. I expect the unfinished project is in my parent’s…
A few weeks ago I signed up for a needle felting class in Saint John. I’d never tried needle felting and an afternoon class seemed like a great way to give it a try. Even better (so I thought) the project was a cute whale; it seemed like a natural fit. However, after a week of deal with “whale issues”…
I’ve never considered myself an artist; in fact, I’m about the farthest thing from it. I don’t have a particular talent for drawing. I’m amazed and impressed by people who can. My university roommate was a Fine Arts student; it was truly awesome to see what she could create in a variety of mediums. Knitting classes I’ve taken have referred…
In some ways it seems like forever and in others ways it’s like it was last summer that I took a pottery class with my mother and sister. I ended up making buttons there and to say they were “rustic” is a bit of an upgrade: Nevertheless, I was proud of my accomplishment (and felt a bit like a third…
This spring I took a pottery class with my mother and sister. While I knit, I’ve never really considered myself crafty or artistic. Quite the opposite in fact. I thought it would be fun to learn a bit about pottery and a good chance to spend time together. My sole goal: have my mug not leak.
As it happened, I really enjoyed the class. I don’t think it’s a skill I naturally possess, but it’s fun to see things that I created. I like to think of my style as “authentically rustic”. The lines aren’t even or smooth; my bowls are a bit more oval than round; but I’m very psyched that I made them myself. 🙂
