
The backstory. I grew up in Nebraska. Where there are cornfields aplenty. As a kid, my mom countered any sort of whining that had an "I can't" component to it with a cheerful, "Can't died in a cornfield." (Subtext, having given up, Can't was doomed to wander, lost, through the maze of corn rows.) The phrase stuck.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how delightful I find
Susanne Sommer's designs, and how I've only made one. More than once, I've talked myself out of starting one, just because the project scope is a bit above the sort of sample that drives the most sales. There's a fair bit of brioche, and sometimes a lot of colors, and quite a few yards, and the yarn is frequently quite skinny.
I got a little irritated with myself--I mean, there's a time and a place to be practical, and there's also a time to try something that is a little more challenging!
The Can't Died In a Cornfield stitchalong is super flexible. Pick a project that is a stretch in some way. It doesn't have to be the hardest thing you've ever made. It doesn't have to be a huge project. Just something that you've observed yourself holding back on. Stroll out of the cornfield, give yourself a little peptalk, and start a new project. I'll host an opening Zoom from 7-8pm on Tuesday, January 6th.