Knotty Honu, Learning to Knot, or Looking Back at My Brain Over Under Over Yonder
Auntie Tina, the stalwart leader of the Hawaiian Civic Club in West Valley here in Utah, recently hosted a pop-up event, and invited anybody who wanted to come sell stuff to bring their goodies and lay out their five square feet of crafter real estate. I told my kids-- we were excited. They are selling masters. They've raised hundreds of dollars through applesauce and lemonade and rice krispie bars, and spent it all gleefully at American Girl stores. We brainstormed what we could sell-- the kids are great at making pretty little satin ribbon lei, and magical little bottles of pa'akai-- Hawaiian salt. And I've got all this old Knotty Honu stuff that's been sitting in my craft corner for ages. I was excited to dust it off and move some of it out into the world. I dug out my t-shirt stencils and blank onesies, my stacks of glossy photos of ginger and plumeria and hibiscus and lilikoi and bird of paradise and bananas and chili peppers, the slightly wilted envelopes, and m...