I dabble in the history of knitting. Its not a subject I follow seriously, more of a subject in which I follow my nose. I take a “oh, that’s cool! Let’s learn more about that” approach to knit history. As such I have quite a bit of fun with it and learn things in a back ass-wards sort of way. Like in the case of the Gunnister Man, a Scot who happened to be wearing a ton of handknits when he went into a peat bog in the late 1600’s.
Thread crochet will make you go blind and crazy. If I’ve said that once, I’ve said it a hundred times. Beware the thread crochet!
I have done some thread work in the past, but only some. My eyes are precious and my limited sanity is even more so. I think the last thread crochet project I cranked out was a set of decorative bracelets done as a teeny, tiny granny squares sewn end to end. And I complained the whole time.
I’ve got people in my life that I refuse to knit or crochet for. I have judged them (oh yes, I’m a judger!) and while I like them as people, I found them unworthy of all the time it would time to make something. Yet I make things for total strangers and give them away.
Honestly I hadn’t realized this contradiction until