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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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Recent Blog Entries
Saturday, October 03, 2009OFF TO EUROPE
Jane last year with pig in Florence (don't let the irony escape you)
I know that to many I live an enviable life. I travel, I knit, I travel by knitting and I have a substantial excuse to buy yarn and beads all over the world, despite the economy (I'd rather be broke AND happy) but it's time that you, my knitting friend, consider the down side to my so-called enviable life. Yes, I'm going on a Mediterranean Cruise with Craft Cruses this October (flying there as you read this) but, please, I'm working! You understand that, don't you? Work. When I arise in the morning onboard the ship, I don't get to do nothing all day. No, I must frolic in ports like Rome, Florence, Venice, Barcelona, Santorini, to name only a few, in the company of like-minded knitters bent on prying every bit of gorgeous fiber from every town we visit. Do you know how challenging it is to rush to a spectacular ball of yarn before 20 other people (just kidding)? A lot of the time I'll be expected to knit, too, as well as guide said fiber lovers through a multi-colored excursion of the Mediterranean-inspired knitting creation kind. It's exhausting just thinking about. And then there's eating. If cruise ships don't have reputations enough for force-feeding their voyagers at every possible opportunity, consider Italy—multiple ports, multiple places to devour local offerings—truffles, pasta, pizza. Whine, no wine. Look at that picture of me above from last year's Knitaly trip. After only 4 days, the pig and I are looking like sisters (bronze is among my favorite colors, too). And Florence has far too many little tratorrias and cafes selling gelatto and gnocci for a discerning belly to pass up. Never had gnocci? Potato pasta. Says it all. Look what happened to David below, though I understand he doesn't get out much:
The perils of Italy etched in marble
So, a little understanding please. Instead of 'Oh, that Jane, she's off on a Mediterranean cruise where she's going to have so much fun', instead say 'Oh, that Jane, she's off on a cruise where she'll be tied down and force-fed every possible delectable tidbit until she comes back looking like a pudgey SUV.' PS: It's a sad testament to my current shape to say I look very much like David above already, minus the gnocci.
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