People who think of macramé as nothing but plant holders probably don’t quite understand my fascination with it. Even the handful of people I’ve come across recently with some macramé background largely stuck to really basic jewelry and bags.
I’ve started the second exercise in my book, which is another double knot pattern. This one is a little more structurally complex than the first, but I’m not lost yet.
If I say that’s not cat hair on the sheets will you buy it?
I’m kind of excited to move on to the hitch knot lesson next, since it’s hitch knots that seem to me, at least as a beginner, to allow you to add a lot more fluidity to your work. If you really know what you’re doing you can create things like this:
Earthcrust: Malenco, 2003 by Ed Bing Lee
Earthcrust: Tasmania by Ed Bing Lee
Pragmipedilum – Bing Shan by Ed Bing Lee
Craft Alliance 2005 Exhibit, Material Content: Basketry Sculpture in the 21st Century
Super Sized by Ed Bing Lee, as seen in FiberArts Magazine (April/May 2006)
There may be no turn of phrase I hate more than “This is not your grandmother’s knitting/crochet,” because many of our grandmothers made beautiful things that we should all be proud of, but I could never have pictured Bing’s macramé world when I was six.
I’m also obsessed with a new piece of wood in my life that isn’t a knitting needle. (My newest knitting needles are, in fact, aluminum and they may or may not have come accompanied by what could or could not have been more than ten balls of yarn). This newest piece is 47 inches of beauty that was too large to light properly, at least in my apartment:
Should I tell the instrument that my neighbors already hate it?
Suzie was right. There was definitely another thing I’d wanted to do for a long time. Play the didgeridoo. I really can’t say when I first heard one, but I always thought of them as being the kind of instruments that were difficult to acquire here. Not for Suzie and her husband Matt (extra kudos to Matt for selecting a didgeridoo that hadn’t been slobbered on by half the bored children in Long Island who were visited Sam Ash all the years these sat on store shelves). The first time I brought it to my lips I most definitely made the wrong sound. And got a mouthful of sawdust. I shortly figured out, though, that the embouchure is the same that trombone players use for pedal tones. I can’t wait until I figure out a few more things. In the meantime, check out this fantastic player:
He appears to be circular breathing, too. Take that Kenny G. I’ve thought it’s about time I learned that, too. It was a fantasy aspiration for a lot of the trombone players I played with when I was younger. I imagine that will go much better than the dancing. Compliments of a salsa meet-up and an introductory lesson, I discovered that I might not partner dance well. I haven’t given up yet, but I’m now scouting for DVDs to watch in advance of taking any more dance classes.