Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Beaded flow

I saw one in the window and I went inside to find its companion in midnight blue, slender, v-neck front and back, with a few strings of black and silver beads in the bodice to set off the moonlight and more sewn in wavy lines in the chiffon drape to hold the fabric close to the body.  I borrowed a bit of time with this one.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Leaping Molly

I started it in 2012, finished it last night, and prepped it for final wearing today, this leap day.

After taking a class from JC Briar and appreciating her description of the construction of the sweater she wore, I purchased the kit at Stitches West in 2012 from Shelridge Yarns and started pretty quickly.

A month later there were some issues, and some separation was needed.  I might have picked up a bad habit along the way.

Progress a year later?  Two steps forward and nearly two steps backward.

Reconciliation occurred soon afterward. There was commitment to bring this beauty forward.

Finally, half of the piece was finished!  Wearing it was a dream.  Still more to do, though. It became the piece I dedicated myself to each February, commemorating Stitches West. And the sleeves took three (3) years to complete.

I would have been lost if I had not taken notes.

The notes saved me and reflected the amount of planning, work, and rework that I devoted to this piece over the years.

My struggles with the piece are a reflection of my desire to speed things up and not pay attention to the pattern in front of me.  I have no regrets from this experience, and I hope I am a better knitter.

JC Briar is a fantastic designer.  The pattern is beautifully designed and very well written.  You can find it here, and purchase it here.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Keep it

Sometimes the first and early versions of products are the best.  Too much editing later in time tends to delete important information.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Looking ahead

A beautiful specimen of fabric has imprinted itself into my brain, and I am studying it over and over in my head.  I was tempted to buy it, but I resisted because possession is not the same as creation.  A graphic from another source reinforces the ideas used in the fabric.  Fibers and yarn overflow in my space - I consider spilling them out and randomly selecting ones to use as the work progresses.

Competing for the next projects:
Double weave for a single layer.
Double weave for double width.
Variations on a backstrap, expanding the 2-shaft configuration with sticks for something more than tabby.

I cannot wait to see my friends.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Leave

Wondering when the sequester and embargo ends.  Some departures are like deaths with ghosts who refuse to leave.  Sat through a jones, one of the strongest yet.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Heartbeat

I am reminded today of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, when the french horns pulse with a heartbeat, the harmonies of the orchestra enter as partial phrases which create anticipation, and then the heavens open forth with the voices of humanity.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Soar

An anniversary - marked with watching a trickling stream, sitting amongst trees, climbing a hill, inhaling the sun, filling myself with light, and flying through memories toward the future.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Blue

As uncommon as this moon, but not so rare that time stops.

The corpse lies in state and flowers are placed on top.  Words from distant keyboard warriors fill the air and are admired by their disciples. There are no tears - the spirit separated from the body long ago.  Shredded pages slowly drift into the water, and dark ink bleeds to form ghost words.

The smallest flowers permeate the warm air with their heavy scent.  I run through clouds of fragrance and circle back to look for the source.  These jaunts are no longer straight and fast.  The path resembles a string that is looped and slowly twisted back on itself.  My companion is a dog who sniffs from scent to scent, understanding who was present and what happened there.

Rhythms and words are beat into fabric with each throw.  Intentions are imbued into these pieces which will be given away.  There are so many to make, but there may not be enough time.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Fork

"Do you want to come along? Let me know, but I need to make arrangements in the next two days."
"Well go ahead, then, because I'm not sure..."

Arrangements are made.  Then news of recognition and acknowledgement is received.  But the awards event conflicts with prearranged plans.  Then news of another opportunity arises. But the window of opportunity nicks into the prearranged schedule.  And the one who was not sure wants commitments.

One hand, then the other, is raised and lowered, weighing the possibilities.