While we’ve been at the coast crafting, we also took a few side trips to see what professionals are up to with their crafts.
Mossy Creek Pottery
Alder House Glass
It was inspiring to see so much beauty and effort.
The beach continues to do its part on the creative beauty front as well.
It is good to know people with family beach cabins!
My crafting group has come to the Oregon coast for a long weekend. Between the four of us we have spinning wheels, sewing machines, a Cricut machine, felted wool, and near limitless yarn. A fifth, non crafting friend has come along and taken over the role of pastry supplier. There is homemade chai spice infused vodka and blueberries straight from the garden. There is a carved salmon wrapped in Christmas lights. We lack nothing.
I had the perfect sewing spot to make flannel pajama pants. Llama pants! It makes me happy just to say that. We also now each have tracing of cropped pants pattern pieces in our various sizes and I’ve gotten my hands on a coveted sun hat pattern.
There was a felted vessel viewing, along with what I’m told will be a suspended abstract storm cloud, and felted fabric. Rolled wool strips are becoming a trivet. Sweaters are coming off needles in various stages of finish.
A trip to Goodwill resulted in a backpack made from a table cloth, a curtain, and an IKEA seat cover.
A pair of socks is off my needles and ready to wear (with thanks to Paige who likes both Kitchener stitch and weaving in ends. I don’t understand it, but I appreciate it.)
In between all the fiber work, we’ve been on beach walks, cooked a lot of tasty meals, and danced to 80s music. (OK, that last one might just have been me.) And made marvelous cocktails. The clear winner of the popular vote is that chai spice vodka. Mixed with fresh squeezed orange juice, San Pellegrino lemonade, and frozen mango as ice cubes, it may explain the 80s dancing.
This morning we had to leave the little cabin on the ocean and head home to reality and remodeling and chores and kids in camps. But before we left I took one more mist soaked walk along the beach, and I sewed together the last toe on the socks I have been knitting.
And then I handed them to my cousin, who they fit much better than me.
I think the color works for the beach. Blue and gray and black, like the windy, rainy day we had on Thursday. Obviously not when this picture was taken. We were incredibly lucky weather-wise for a week on the central Oregon coast. But there was that day, when the sky and the sea and the sand all went dark.
I thought there would be much more fiber related activity on this trip. I dragged my spinning wheel and three different fibers along, and two other knitting projects, sure that I would need choices. But the socks were all that happened. Beach walks and tidal pools and whale watches and ice cream trips all called more strongly. As they should on a family trip!
So, just these socks. Kiertoradalla socks, size medium, in Cascade Heritage Paints yarn. The only mod I made was the heel, which I did as always in eye of partridge stitch. They fit my cousin’s size 7 feet perfectly. My wide 8 1/2s would need a size large in this pattern.
I think they blend with the colors of the rocky coastline as well.