Happy New Year

Happy New Year 2016 to all the lovely people. 

The Elusive & Rhythmic Click-Clack

For me knitting is a conduit for creativity. A timeless twist, it is all about amusing oneself and others, who appreciate this craft with reckless intemperance.

In my leisure time all that I can hear are my needles clicking and feel the yarn gliding through my fingers. The one thing I love about knitting  is that I can always remember the events that occurred in my life while I was making it. Those special occasions, drives, efforts, determinations, the curiosity in my son’s eyes each time I take the needle and a lot more.

Knitting creates a Launchpad for my day. There’s a lesson to be found in this wonderful experience, because when you cast on and proceed to work a pattern again, it's more challenging and the unfolding of new patterns is never ending.

I   picked up my first pair of knitting needles when I was 8, from my mother and hasn’t looked back since. It was a memorable moment when I knitted my first Doily, handling all the five needles together and it was perfect.  When I rediscovered knitting, I use it as a much-needed escape from my  hectic life. It has been now a continuous journey, trying to self-learn more difficult patterns, the different types of knitting stitches and experimenting with them to create new patterns.

Knitting has been my passion throughout childhood, but only lately did I transition this passion into a business. Now I make sure that everything I do is underpinned by sustainability. I am in love with knitting and my needles will never stop clicking

I am discovering  vibrant communities both online and off. It is found that now the youth are also into knitting which was earlier associated to hobbies of the old. To encourage more of them, there should be platforms to celebrate innovative talents in knit design.

Happy Knitting 😊

Doily knitted with five dpn's

My next knitting project - Frosted Ferns Herbert Niebling knitted doily design

This will be my next knitting project.  It's Frosted Ferns Herbert Niebling knitted doily design. Breathtaking beauty that leaves me speechless :)

This pattern was published in Doilies 201 by the Spool Cotton Company in 1943. This doily also has a oval version which looks stunning.
It's has 121 rows with a mix of different stitches. I will be using the Red Heart cotton thread for knitting this doily.

Among the list of knitting authors and books that I have read Herbert Niebling belongs to a different class of knitting brilliance. With his patterns he makes a string of thread effortlessly dance into different and graceful floral patterns.

Whenever I look at the beautiful lace patterns I always wonder what were the thoughts flowing in his mind at that moment but I remember  reading that he began publishing lace patterns inspired by the flowers in his garden. He started knitting from leaflets and later he was the Grand Master of Lace Knitting.  This sounds interesting and innovative.

I yearn to understand lace half as well as he did. Hope this comes true one fine day :)

Stay tuned for the updates on Frosted Ferns :)

"AS THE COMPOSER WRITES DOWN THE NOTES THAT HE HEARS,  IN THE SAME WAY I WRITE DOWN THE STITCHES THAT I SEE"~~Herbert  Niebling.

Diwali DIY Decor

Diwali is round the corner and I have plans to decorate some empty glass bowls and use them for tea light candle holders.
So here it is...our first DIY project with bowls.... done by my son.

Stay tuned for more Diwali Decor.

Where does the quest end?

What if there’s an emergency? What if someone needs to reach me right away? All these questions came up the day my mobile phone remained switched off. I had not taken the battery discharge warning so seriously. My mobile-phone free life hardly lasted a few minutes but it left a big impact. The way I  look at technology has permanently changed since than, as should yours.

Mobile phones have become an integral part of our life. Life without one can’t be imagined. How many of your remember the days when we had a small diary with everyone’s name, address and telephone number written down. I had rectangular one with a silver cover which I carried with me for many years. Those were the days when electronics gadgets were not needed to remember phone numbers, addresses, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Life was so simple.

I remember the first mobile I saw; a big walky talky with a dangerous protruding antenna. While we were very excited to see it, the owner of the mobile was thrilled to see others gaping at his new gadget. If the phone rang he would speak as loud as he could, not bothered if others were disturbed.

The pager or the so called text messaging service had a very short life span. I got connected to the world of mobiles when my brother bought a mobile. How I used to wait for him to get back from office and then I would pounce on the mobile make secret calls to friends, excitedly learn its features and experience a great sense of satisfaction. That was the era when mobile phones had very few features, but it was a different world.

My first mobile phone was gifted to me by my husband. It was just a base model manufactured by Motorola. Holding the brand new gadget in hand I thought I had everything in life. Dialing numbers....desperately waiting that somebody would call me.....sending a sms for no reason....it was all very exciting. And just like me I guess many must have had these basic models.

Trying to catch up with technology and trends I bought a new mobile, but I kept my Motorola phone back in the box where it remained till my son used it as a toy. Now it is nowhere to be seen and sometimes I really miss it.

My new phone with its camera and lovely music was everything to me. I enjoyed having it and thought to myself that my search for mobile phones has ended here. But things are not what they seem, and one fine day I came across a phone with touch screen and it just grabbed my attention. It was a Chinese make, black with silver lining, a sliding phone, What a cute little gadget. It just fit in my palm.

At home I thought my multimedia phone was giving me problems.........my fingers experienced a lot of pain pressing the numbers. Finally in sympathy to the pain my fingers were going through I bought the new mobile. I thought I was wrong in thinking that the multimedia model was the best .....this was  indeed the best and I took as much care of it as I did of my family.

Then suddenly Android phones came along. There were so many stories going around about the phones. I was dying for a better understating of the technology. My husband bought a new android phone and it had everything.

Now my Chinese phone looked like it belonged to the Shivaji Maharaj era. The only option left was to buy an android phone. One fine sunny day the phone arrived; 4.5 inch touch screen, 5mp camera, so many apps, document editor, email, GPRS, Google maps, FM Radio, browser. I am using the phone right now.

As we all know technology keeps evolving. But somewhere in the bargain we complicate our life and then struggle to make it simpler. Go out. Play with your kids, grandkids, nephews and nieces. Hike, bike or run, Read or demonstrate. Dance Write.

My Twistofied New Life

My Twistofied New Life  

It was late one night, when I realized that this is the last night I am going to be in this house. The house where I was born, the playful days, the cries, the laughter, where I grew up to be a smart  brave SHE, my loving parents and my siblings.  I sat on the bed with my face resting on my knees. A strange feeling of mixed emotions.

Since my engagement with him there was a lot of excitement about my marriage, of going to the new house, new family, new relations and trying to adjust to a completely different atmosphere. The excitement of marrying the person I love and being tied together in the most beautiful relation called “Marriage”.

There was lot of noise all over the house, everyone busy preparing for the grand day, and I was advised to take rest and sleep well to wake up to beautiful new morning  which would take me to a beautiful new world. 

The sky was so clear and bright, chandamama (Moon) was shining bright trying to play hide and seek with me, I guess he is the one who could understand the feelings in my heart, my nervousness and my excitement. All the stars were glittering to join in my celebration. I smile at them, again and again. I take  a deep breath, say a small prayer to the almighty thanking him for the wonderful life he has given me. 

I run down the steps to greet my Mom, look into her tired eyes and as tears roll down my cheeks, I hug her sand say “Mom, Thankyou for everything, for letting me marry the person I love, for your love and care, I am going to sleep Mom, wake me up early, I have to dress up to look like a Princess”. Mom’s beautiful princess.

A grand day awaits every princess and every princess awaits for this grand day in her life.  After every night the Sun rises with new hopes, new aspirations and yes, am anxiously waiting for this new twist in my life which will take me to a whole new world of hopes, dreams and new relations.  

LIFE – the most beautiful gift from God. I always thank God for this beautiful life. Life is definitely not a straight road, it has its own ups & downs, frowns and smiles, failure & success and twists and turns.  

Twists and turns are always not bad sometimes twists can be the most beautiful thing to happen in one’s life and the most beautiful twist in my life was my marriage.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.