Suddenly aware of how dumpy my hands are.

Knitting is one of those crafts/hobbies that I've been meaning to get into for years, but never did (like linoleum block stamp making). Until this week! After a slight hiccup (realizing that I'd somehow doubled the number of stitches on my hooks, making what looked like teacup cozy), and having to restart, last night I finished my first knitting project- these simple fingerless gloves:

Look! Two! One for each hand!

So now I'm ready for this indian summer to be over, so I can sport these babies (though it's technically not an indian summer yet, right? Since there hasn't been a hard frost? I don't know. I'm just ready for sweater weather).

Look at this!

Tonight I stumbled upon the work of Carol Hummel, and man, is it cool!

Here's a tree cozy:

This one is in Ohio, but Hummel has also done one in India and some palms Florida.

She also crocheted these huge doilies (she calls them "cells", and they're between one and three feet in diameter) in the salt flats/Wendover as a statement about (wo)man's intrusion on nature, comfort vs. confinement, etc. Some of them look so natural, like they could be part of the landscape. Some are beautiful in how much they stick out. At Silver Island Mountain:

At an abandoned barracks at the Wendover Airforce Base:

At some wooden pallets left on the salt flats:

At an oil drum:

And here's one just in the middle of the salt flats:

Cool stuff, huh?

Oh yeah, and she also put underwear on trees!