It's funny how that pattern from my virtual inspiration, Zu, and the resulting hat set me off on this manic desire to make baskets. Hey, if you can crochet a hat, you understand. Go for it... no pattern necessary... just let the hook do its thing...
Bringing me to the ginormous (or so I thought) piece of batik I bought a couple summers ago. It was intended for the sewing of twin pareos - one for me and one for my girl, Aubs. Well, that never happened and there it sat.
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TV time alone is far too wasteful during long winter nights, so these hands must be kept busy and productive. I can still hear my biggest fan, Gran, telling me, "Honey, you have hands of gold." Talk about a self-esteem builder, eh? And coming from Gran, whose handmade designs on her factory Singer were exquisite and Manhattan-elite worthy. Thank you, Gran, for all the encouragement you gave me, no matter how simplistic or awful my projects were. I love her so much - the most dynamite woman I've ever known and from a decade that tried so desperately to diminish our importance. I seriously digress...
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The fabric fast became strips and with a fat hook and ever-threatening Carpal Tunnel, I worked up this heavy, washable item. But let me say, what seemed to be so much material was eaten in no time at all. That huge floor basket I have in mind will take yards and yards. For the record, strips should be sewn; but in this dense work, staples disappear. Shhh; don't tell anyone.
Easter is coming... the Rabbit needs to stay occupied.
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