Wednesday, March 26, 2008

With These Hands

In the early 1970s, I had a little textile business -- my first of many -- in the Santa Cruz Mountains, called With These Hands. Largely I designed and sewed custom clothing, and I also sold commercial knitting yarns and supplies. "Little" was the operative word then, as the shop, located in a crafts center in an old Victorian near the San Lorenzo River, was only 9 x 13 feet square! OMG, I just remembered that I have this photo of me in that shop...

That oval piece hanging behind me was a favorite embroidered art piece of my own design and execution, which a few years later I gave to someone I shouldn't have, someone who didn't mean that much to me but I was hell bent at the time to give away parts of myself to the wrong people. God only knows where it is now, who could possibly possess it. If you're reading this and you know where it is, please let me know or send it back!!!

The business card here was created for me by the friend who taught me how to spin. She, too, was multi-talented.

Anyhow, way back then, before I taught myself how to knit, I was a crocheter, and I crocheted enough Granny Squares to make me never want to do it again.

But alas, earlier this week I started an ever-growing Granny Square out of small leftover lengths of handspun yarns that I hope will become big enough to be an afghan. All I can say is this: NEVER SAY NEVER!

I don't expect to give up knitting for crocheting anytime soon, because even with all the updatedness of crochet, the new patterns and designs, I still think of it as a clunky half-sister of knitting. But there is a rhythm to crochet that I enjoy, especially the part about just going for it without having to pay attention to a pattern, and I am loving my handspun leftovers becoming something useful. As with my weaving thrums, Waste not, want not!

5 comments:

Chris said...

This is so cool. I can almost hear Kate Wolf singing in the background.

Chris O'Byrne

Sweet Irene said...

I love seeing any sort of work by your hands, be it weaving or knitting or crocheting, but I think it has to do with the quality of the yarn and the beautiful colors. Everything looks so tactile!

To think we wandered around in the same mountains, albeit in different decades.

Connie Rose said...

Irene,you were in Santa Cruz, too??
When?

Chris, I think this was before Kate Wolf! At least, I don't remember having ever heard of her back then.

Sweet Irene said...

I lived in the Los Gatos area in the 80's and wandered around in the Santa Cruz mountains with my kids many times. We also went to Santa Cruz a lot to hang out on the beach and go to restaurants there. I have bitter sweet memories about the place as it is where my first marriage ended.

Connie Rose said...

That's amazing! I left Santa Cruz in 1977 then came back in 1983 and was there again until 1991. We probably rubbed elbows on the beach. In the late 80s I lived on Beach Hill overlooking the Coconut Grove and the Boardwalk. The world is so small!