Dog

The older man walked up to me, headphones and long umbrella tucked under his arms, "of course", he said, starting me in the eye, "the ball is a metaphor for his prey".
I wonder why he's washing it in the river, I thought.
Because it's so dirty, the dogs gestures answered my question.

Zeti12

Zeti12

Her Hands shook as she pinned the edges of the roughly mended fabric together.

Her feet were in tatters and would need to be tended to before she could walk.

First she needed to get warm, and this rag would have to do for now.

There was a spool of thread on the shelf in the corner of the room.

It looked like it had been gnawed on by a hungry beast, but it was intact.

A sheath dress was the quickest thing Zeti12 to make, she decided.

"What next?" Zeti12 pondered.

Fungi pipe-tree Pt II

First stage of construction is complete. Made up a mix of dried moss and guinea pig poop and straw to fill the little yarn 'pots'.  Still need to add mushrooms spores and some little crocheted mushrooms (in case the real ones don't grow!)

Inverted milk bottle at top to drip water down the installation on hot days.  I've included a little bit of the ugly white pipe at the top of this photo so you can see why I had to cover it.

Original concept sketch.

If you're interested in fungi and yarn art, try this blog www.bromeleighad.com by Leigh.

Mushroom pipe-tree

Yarnbombing PVC pipe.

Progress mid-construction.

Hopefully will fit around pipe (for the most part).
Most of the yarn is second-hand stuff from a friend who was moving north (to Darwin!)

 Large "dirt pocket"

 Tunisian stitch

 Bottle holder at top

Detail on milk bottle holder.

Base

Lost Moth

A crochet hook is like a pen. I can keep a journal by reflecting on my day and recording my thoughts and mood through the yarn in the stitches.

First post

Crocheting while dreaming.
In an effort to get in touch with my inner artist I decided to crochet last thing at night as I'm drifting off to sleep. I've been working on a story about time travelling moths that find themselves trapped during the Rococo period but I don't have the attention span to write a novel.
For several months now I've grown more addicted to crochet so thought why not try and combine my need to create worlds and characters with my visual and haptic urges.