Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Magical reunion with my sewing machine

Last night was my first night with the sewing machine. It has been a long time coming, but the joyous reunion of girl and machine occurred last night. Please understand that I moved into my first apartment this past week, and have been living with an air mattress and a half-empty box of pasta. So yesterday involved my sewing machine, light from the distant hallway, and my ass on the borrowed air mattress. Baby's been a little tempramental, so it was difficult getting anything done.

Time away from the machine was productive, however. Before I figured out the machine was going to be a little brat, I focused on knitting and crocheting. I began many projects, but had this habit of running out of yarn at least 3/4 of the way through said projects. So now it's a matter of waiting around until the paycheck comes and I can buy more of the same, delicious yarn. This yarn addiction is dangerous, particularly when there are incredible small yarn shops dotted along the city.

But we're uniting the two worlds with some new scarves I'm working on: crocheted with strips of fabric coursing through. I'm excited for the finished product! That, and upcoming photo shoots! wh00t!

Friday, November 02, 2007

The Promised Land(s)

As I'm smack dab in the middle of moving to a new apartment (this time of my own), I have been sans sewing machine for a while, and I have needed something to fill that gap in my life. The solution to this was easily found in another love: yarn. That golden fleece is so portable, can be so deliciously soft, and can come in the most amazing color combinations and textures. Not having a JoAnn Fabrics here has forced me to do some research into places to placate the yarn urges within, and during this quest I found out something very important:

I can never look at acrylic the same way. There are mounds of acrylic at affordable prices in JoAnn's in Connecticut, but how can I go back to that when I've fondled cashmere, and baby alpaca/merino wool blends? The feel is COMPLETELY different (read: TEN TIMES BETTER), and though some of the things carried in yarn stores here are scratchy, there's a certain satisfaction in knowing it's because they're made of real animal fibres instead of from machine processes. And though it costs more, the value of a merino wool in awesome color changes is so much higher than a skein of acrylic.

The Promised Land(s):
  • The Point, in Greenwhich Village: by far the best place for a young girl who needs some great yarn. The manager is friendly and amiable, willing to help you with anything you need. The yarn selection is decent, but the prices are some of the best I've seen for the quality. Most importantly, the place is a freakin' cafe where you can chill, knit, and eat.
  • Purl, in SoHo: AMAZING yarn selections, and yet the staff feels cold and generally unapproachable. The most expensive place I've been so far, but they've got the prettiest colors and the prettiest feels of yarn. ALSO has a fabric store with some beautiful (and expensive) fabric.
  • Gotta Knit, in Greenwhich Village: Great selection, decent prices, but the staff seems a little involved in its own demographic.
Yes, I'm discriminating against anything not-Manhattan. What do you expect when the full-time job is mostly overtime and in Mid-town, Manhattan. You've gotta work with what you've got, and damn, my choices aren't bad.
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