This will be an on-going project, or at least a project that will go on for a long time because I have started it well in advance. This is the 3rd letter book I have assembled. The first two were similar; the third book is going to the same household as book #2 so I have to come up with new things. Each letter has 2 parts: an introductory page using photos of family members whose names start with the letter, or in the absence of a family member, an object that is well known to the recipient. The second part is a pouch with objects or replicas that start with the letter, things that can be handled and played with. Here are my first objects. Clearly, I am not starting in any particular order: turtle, pinecone, pineapple, and worms. Cashmere/merino worms. Nothing but the best.
I made this 'book' in celebration of a friend's completion of a PhD. Her research was about blueberry propagation, if I understand it correctly, and developing a blueberry that will grow happily in the climate of Brazil. I thought it was a very nice touch that I had a book to use for this project with such an appropriate title.
It will be in the mail as soon as the borders open.
Using 4 Queen's Quarterly Reviews (really nice sturdy paper), I made a model of a covid-19 virus. I have given it to Alberta's Chief Officer of Health. My instructions to her were to put it in a fire when that option is open to her. Considering how the virus has upended everything and that she carries so much responsibility for the province's measures to contain the spread, I thought it might be therapeutic to watch a replica burn.
When self-isolation hit with a sudden revamping of just about everything 4 weeks ago, I felt kind of liberated. I got to some projects I had been putting off and I cleaned. The second week of isolation was my birthday week and that required some attention. I followed physical distancing protocols, but took great pleasure in delivering pieces of cake so a few more people could celebrate with me. The third week didn't have a name until midweek and then I knew what it was: Daunting. I am worried about my 93 year old Mom who has lots of HomeCare help, but who relies on me to keep her hearing aid batteries changed and do other minor but collectively important things to keep her life running smoothly. I am ticked off that our new roof developed an ice dam. I am furious that our provincial government, despite a pandemic, slashes and burns its way through institutions and social supports. And all it could do outside is snow and be gloomy. I went to my studio and pompoms started happening. The most colourful yarns were gathered. I made things.
Sent to Winnipeg
A knitted flag garland (sent to Winnipeg, different household than pompoms):
And crocheted covers for rocks, making some yarn graffiti to brighten a world that needs cheering up. Four of these rocks have been delivered at the doors of other folks to let them make the choice of destination. I suggested they chose a spot where they walk frequently, but it is really in their hands now. I am making an effort to call this week Colour.