Inspiration
I spent a lot of time looking at the broken asphalt while I was waiting or a bus the other day.
As interesting as the cracks themselves, were the wadded up pieces of gum that has nestled into many of the crevices. Hmm.
Where is My Silk Noil?
….not the recycled sari silk, not the tussah silk, not the silk bombyx….my bag of silk noil…you know the one I mean. Come on, it was next to the gray alpaca…
Seriously, I need it now, not tomorrow, not next week—while the inspiration is still in my head…
I have no idea what I might have done with it. I can usually find what I am looking for in my controlled chaos, but this is just too much..
Double Frack.
Beach
The highlight of the weekend was the hike at Deep Cove. There was a light rain late in the afternoon that left a pale gray cast to everything. It was beautiful.
I couldn’t help but pick up a few shells and small pieces of driftwood. I tend to not keep them for long, but they remind me of my childhood summers and I am compelled to put them in my pocket. Late into the evening, I was still thinking about the afternoon.
Pearl’s birthday party was last night and I thought of the best yarn for her. She’s a fan of blue (not a colour I gravitate to) but the beach blue from the weekend was an easy colour to fall in love with.
Here’s Beach
100 grams
107 yards plied BFL…Squishy soft…(I hope she likes it)
A Blossomversary
Remembering the joy you brought me last year
I hungered for your return
An illusive anniversary
to say the least.
How you made me wait.
The memories of you
soothing and lovely
Your petals rained,
and swirled around me.
Even on the ground
a deep carpet
of pinkish snow
And naked branches reminding
me of where you had been
I recreated you in fibre
sifting through my mental photo album
looking for just the right textures
to awaken sensory memory
Angora,
Your petals seemed
to me
Silk and wool branches….
Finally here
your petals are more silken.
your pink somewhat duller
Still,
imprinted again.
grateful for your return.
If you are going to be late again next year
I would at least appreciate a call.
It Really IS a Good Friday
Up so early this morning that I had to leave the house so as not to disturb the quiet. A bag of knitting and a sketch pad and out to scout for coffee.
The streets were already full at 9:00am, families and sunshine, how glorious. I plowed away at the knitting to curious looks. Once the stack on the table is more than a few hats, it is definitely going to get stared at.
Too beautiful even to people watch from indoors, I abandoned the knitting and took a stroll around the neighbourhood.
We’re headed off to Deep Cove today. This will be the best weather of the long weekend. I’ve got a lot of hats to knit in the car and some good distance driving to do it in. I have a goal in my head for how many I can knit while I am staring out the window enjoying the view.
Hope your Good Friday is REALLY good.
At the Shrine
After a few days of production knitting, I am feeling a bit burned out. I know my trip to Maiwa today will perk me right up. Toni and I have planned to hit 16th Avenue today to take in the full miles of cherry blossoms, finally ready and lining the streets.
After that we will be worshiping at the shrine and I will be adding to my book and dye collection. It doesn’t hurt that there is also an organic coffee roaster around the corner for me to have a little something…..
I had to go through a lot of photos as well just to find media photos to submit with my contract for Circle Craft….and while looking for those, found this..which is not a media photo, but just one that really captures spinning for me, colour, movement and solitude. I think I’ll blow this up and put it in the studio….
I wish I could take you all to Maiwa with me, but then I might have to fight you for fibre, and it could get ugly….and well…I just want you to never see the ugly, greedy, hording fibre side of me.