Lost in Stitches of every kind.
Knitting. I have found my complete love of this craft again. Not just in the mindless, habit formed repetitive actions, but the absolute joy of yarns, colours, and the slow making of stitches, one by one. Combinations of colours or textures. What can be achieved by two sticks and some lovely string. Slow production made by repeating methodologies stitch by stitch. Sensuous pleasure induced by making. The shawl is made with my handspun and hand dyed fibre.
Sewing. Autobiographical recordings of daily walks. Again, the step by step repetition of a meditative action keeping pace with my steps and thoughts. This series of textile recordings have become something of their own thing, I simply have become the tool of their making. I am fasinated to see the years work as a whole. Currently I am working on number 46, so my year is almost up. What then?
Stitch. Ummmmm……. Beautiful, elegant, bouncy, challenging, noisy, affectionate, and so on. Equally driving me loopy and filling me with love. Stitch is firing on ALL cylinders. She is growing at a phenomenal rate. When I bought her collar, I gave it 6 months. Well lets just say that it possibly has just 2 weeks left. Her age? Oh, just 14 weeks yesterday!
We took a trip to Kilve. Kilve is an absolute favorite place of mine.