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For me, colour and texture rule and most of the inspiration feeding my imagination comes from the natural world. I see knitting as art, as viable as any other, and no matter what the tool or preferred palette, in human hands, magic happens. Jane Email: jane@janethornley.com
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Sunday, September 02, 2007MARKING THE PASSAGE
Summer Light makes the blues bluer and the greens more green
All right, I admit to being the teeniest bit reluctant to relinguish the last lustrous strands of summer. It's the Labour Day weekend, that margin time traditionally heralding a change of seasons and a return to school, work, and labor or all sorts, that is, if you're still working at some strictly delineated job that requires you to report for active duty, saluting as you go. Not me, of course. This is the first September I haven't had to join the ranks in one form or another. I am free, though have somehow managed to overfill every minute of every day. How does that happen? Perhaps it's just a burst of eagerness to finally do whatever I want for as long as I can. My tasks for this month include posting a new pattern, preparing kits for Knitaly, packing for Knitaly, repacking for Knitaly (because I've changed my mind already) and scheming well in advance for other knitterly adventures to come. It's tough. For those still in the trenches who may envy me, remember I've paid my dues and now attempt to reap what I've sown with harvest-like glee. Go forth and sow, those who must, and remember the best time in life for most is usually the here and now, even though the best may be yet to come (I love a contradiction. Sometimes the best truths verge on the oxymoronic!). Sometimes I believe I spent too many earlier years dreaming of the future instead of enjoying the present and, if this time of life is uniquely special, maybe it's because I'm living every day in the moment.
Back to Knit A Beach and summer, for a moment, and those lustrous strands I spoke of earlier. While we planned our beachside knitting this August, we studied the colors washing up around our toes. Sometimes beach conjeurs only sandy hues in our imaginations when truly a rich abundance of colors abide on the shores. Take that tangle of seaweed above, so rich in knobby textured greens that inspired my kelpy wrap here:
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At sea's edge, this scribble of dried kelp bristles with rusty tones to remind us that evoking any place, whether it be through knitting or some other form of expression, means observation. Next post: a new wrap pattern to celebrate fall! |
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