I love buttons. A lot. I have a very large jar of buttons (mostly vintage) and I get really excited when I can use them. Even when I can’t use them, I love them. I can pick one up and instantly feel a sweater on which they belong. A rustic, woody looking one may tell me that it wants to be on a warm cardigan with a warm, rustic fuzzy halo. Perhaps a dark brown in Cascade Pastaza. A small dark blue button with a white center wants to be on a toddler’s sailer outfit.
Buttons are exciting to me. I love seeing what projects I can add buttons to (I wish I could add some buttons to socks). My grandmother died recently (Mother’s day actually) and her sister is sending me my grandmother’s buttons. I can’t wait to see them and brainstorm the ways that I can incorperate a part of her into my knitting. (I miss her. She was a crazy old broad, and we’ll always love her. Hip-Hip-Hooray, Hip-Hip-Hooray,Hip-Hip-Hooray!)
I’m a college student at Indiana University in the AmAzInG Bloomington, Indiana. I’m studying Journalism and Human Sexuality. I have no plans to write for Husler or Playboy – my plans are more about helping people understand sex, sexuality and gender. My career plans are to enter the field of higher education and work in colleges/universities in some capacity. I’m not sure what the ultimate goal is, though.
I started knitting in December of 2004 and I haven’t been able to stop. I taught myself and that’s how I’ve learned just about every part of knitting (I taught myself socks from a one page pattern of all text-no photos or illustrations). One of my early knitting rules was that I had to learn something new from each project. This catapulted me quickly from good, intermediate and I’d now consider myself pretty advanced -but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love my simple and/or easy patterns – they can be pretty great too.