Thursday, June 24, 2010
We don’t know what we want to be when we grow up…
We don't know what we want to be when we grow up…
I often launch projects without any clear idea of where I'm going—true free-ranging. Inspiration may range from a photo or a notion or even a yarn. Sometimes I use mood boards and sometimes I don't. If there's one thing you can consistently say about me it's that I'm inconsistent. I like to keep my options open, to change my mind.
But I rarely make swatches. My version of a swatch is a piece of the garment I'm making even if I'm not entirely certain what it is I'm acually making. Everything as to count for something. No fiddly swatches for me. Back in my multi-color intarsia pictorial days, sleeves were my swatches. If I liked the way the sleeve turned out, I'd knit the rest of the sweater. If I didn't…well, let's just say I have plenty of orphan sleeves hanging around, a whole knitted ARMy.
Now, my Ravelry knitalong companion piece began as a rectangle which I thought might be….well, I didn't know but I liked the rectangle so I made another one. And then I thought I might try knitting a third to link the other two together (back) and that morphed into a short-rowed back yoke. Bascally, I let the design knit itself intuitively.
Finally, I know what this wants to be, I just don't know how to classify it (old librarian tendencies here). Is it a cape, a poncho (no—opens in front), a wrap or a ruana? I even tried making fused names like 'wrapuana' but everything sounded too much like a rare lizard species. Finally, it occurred to me that it doesn't matter what it's called. It simply is what it wants to be…
Posted by Jane on 06/24 at 05:59 PM
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Sunday, June 20, 2010
GROWING GREEN
GROWING GREEN
Green is my color. Red hair or not, I've always loved the hue, believing it to be the most growth-evocative hue of all. And here we are, deep in the season of green and I'm rolling in it. My backyard looks near jungly as the humidity mounts in Nova Scotia. Lush is the word. Even the climatis have grown to the size of dinner plates.
Here is where I prefer to spend my summer days…on my own front deck.
Posted by Jane on 06/20 at 07:45 AM
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