The poetry of the earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead…
John Keats On the Grasshopper and Cricket
I can’t recollect the sound of grasshoppers, having not seen one since I was young. But the sounds of the Cicadas fill some of the quiet times of these heat heavy days. Our baby birds grow bigger each day. The parent purple finches are doing round the clock feedings and when they are away from the nest two purple finch aunts guard the wee ones. One of the babies is already flapping its wings, a prelude to leaving the nest. In a way, I will be sad to see them go because I know there won’t be more babies this year. In another way too, I will be happy to see them fly for the first time. I can only imagine the freedom and joy in such soaring. My hope is that they remember their little home and come back to have babies of their own next year.
The other item growing fast is the baby sweater I’m knitting with the MadelineTosh yarn. The right front is started and hopefully will be complete this weekend. Then onto the sleeves.
I’ll block the fronts and backs before I sew them together. I like to block the pieces before sewing because it makes the sewing easier. I have a clearer view of what to stitch together and where.
Despite the knitting progress, I admit I’d rather be crocheting. I have an afghan design in mind for Dad and am searching for the yarn and colors.
Including the light blue book, count 4 to the left and that is the color scheme. The afghan will be called Tranquil. All the while I am knitting, I am thinking of this afghan. I need to work on staying in the moment.
To all: Have a happy weekend!
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That whisper inspiration…
Robert Burns The Charms of Lovely Davies
A question that invariably floats through my thoughts when looking at knitting patterns is what was the inspiration for the piece? Knitting magazines send out mood boards which are usually a collection of photographs intended to create a mood, a unity, for the issue. Sometimes the ideas for my patterns are stirred into being by mood boards I create for myself. Sometimes I look at a yarn and know what it wants to be and what kind of stitch patterns it’s eager to be reconfigured into. These moments of sudden insight are rare occurrences for me. More often it is only after living with a mood board for a time that inspiration comes. And it comes as a whisper.
The Charlotte baby set was a murmur. I am ridiculously fond of 1920s fashion, art deco and art nouveau. I wanted to knit a baby set that would give a nod to 1920s. In my endeavor, I collected many, many picture snippets, watched lots of old movies set during the 20s, fell in love with the bed jackets the women wore. Out of all I collected, the one picture that whispered to me was this:
This is the Chrysler Building in New York City. I loved the combination of strong vertical lines with the softness of curves at the top. To me, the top whispered lace that gently gathered into scallops. And so the Charlotte baby set was begun in earnest. Sketches were done. Yarns considered, more about this little fiasco later. Colors were collected, another fiasco, but I digress. Before the yarn and color traumas—they are all my fault I must admit—but during the thinking and sketching it occurred to me how much knitting is like good architecture: A well designed knit is affected by the laws of nature and reason, proportion and use. I think the Charlotte baby sweater meets those criteria after all this time.
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