I am taking the day off. I am sitting on the couch with the windows open drinking coffee and, basically, doing nothing but thinking. So I figure, why not capture some thoughts and see what happens? What’s on my mind is the phrase “beautifully decrepit” that I mentioned in another recent post. I’m thinking about […]
Extended blog post of interest about knitting and writing.
At the beginning. That’s where I am once again. At the beginning one requires field guides, without which one is wandering aimlessly, blind and ignorant. There is a bit one can learn merely from observing the newness, and this in itself is not bad. But to go deeper, to find out how one’s own ideas […]
My grandmother taught me how to knit before I learned how to read. I’ve read voraciously for my whole life, but I didn’t keep knitting as I grew up. Every year, it seemed, I learned a new craft and left the others behind. Knitting came first, followed by crochet, embroidery, needlepoint, weaving, beading, decoupage, and candle making.
Deborah Robson has been working with textiles since before she could read. She spins, weaves, knits, crochets, and otherwise finds endless intrigue in the numbers of things you can do with fiber, and the multitude of ways in which you can manipulate it.
My project was inspired by the Indian tunic, with its richly embroidered yoke and hemline.