Araña tejedora

This is my latest. I'm quite content with it.

Arañas is what my host dad Freddy likes to call us when he walks into the tiny living room, usually some sort of telenovela as white noise, Helen, Magui, Lili, Maca and me knitting away like busy little spiders.

Considering my imminent return to the homeland, I've been evaluating my belongings and figuring out how I'm going to get it all back. In the process, I realized the collection of hand-crafted goodies I've accumulated in these past months of knitting/crocheting coming-of-age. Since I may have to do some shipping, and most certainly some luggage checking, I was inspired to do a photo shoot to record my achievements, just in case something should happen to them.

I've added a link to the folder of pictures ("crafty kris") for all of you who have supported my craftiness throughout the years, never making fun of my homebody granny tendencies, and graciously accepting my novice deformed gifts with the faith that one day I would produce something more elegant...