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Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
just trying to get a little information about a comment you left on another website regarding a book cars and trucks. (trucks and cars everywhere you go) I'm looking for any information about this book. My family has been searching for years.
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I saw that issue of Fiber Arts at B&N last week -- interesting stuff!
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Friday, December 29, 2006 The art of desiring! You have it, C - time for us to be filled with desire; for learning, for acquiring, for growing. It’s one of the things I adore about BD, who, about 2 months ago, said “I think I’d like to learn Anglo Saxon - and Anglo Norman too.” He just keeps wanting. The rule is - don’t be hemmed in by things you think you might get or things you can figure out how to get. Include them, by all means, but let the wanting fling far afield. The important thing is that you’re not trying to figure out how to get it - just to want it. Once you start thinking about how bustling you have to be to make all this happen, you quit thinking of things to want. You find all the reasons why you won't or can't get them. Too busy. Too much money. One life can only do so many things. And pretty soon you can actually say "I don't want anything." And then you die. So. Forget that. Fill up with desire. Let's here it for the thicker hair and retirement at 56.
Three more days and I get to buy yarn again. I’ve been contemplating what to buy, for surely on January 1 or at least 2, I ought to place an on-line order. I really want to get a skein of Socks that Rock yarn. Mostly I love the name, but I also like the colorways as they pop up on my monitor. Not that I need sock yarn, you understand. There are many balls waiting for me to knit up. But I feel that there is a symbolic gesture needed here, when I have gone so long without buying yarn, and sock yarn is not a major purchase. I haven’t learned a lot during this year of yarn fast. The stash was not whittled down much. The carrot landed in my lap without any effort on my part other than ... well ... by golly ... other than wanting to get it more than anything else in the world ... (do-do-do-do, insert theme song from Twilight Zone, do-do-do-do). I will be devoting January to The KipFee. Sock yarn seems the perfect first purchase.
I’m off to visit Mama and Dad this afternoon and I’ll spend the night. As mentioned yesterday, I’ll shop for plastic bins on the way home - and bubble bath - and maybe one more notebook. Then I’ll be home for 3 and a half more glorious holiday days. Sigh. I really love time off. I am really thinking hard about More Time Off.
But I am also trolling on-line, because yesterday the January 07 issue of Fiberarts came to the library and my dears - on the cover was one of the most amazing displays of knitting I have ever seen. On mind now, I’ve seen many a knitted art object and truthfully, they leave me stone cold. Scarves you’ve asked fortylevendyhundred people to knit on so you can wrap the Empire State Building with them, ugh. Huge drapes of cobwebby, holey, blobs of knitted lace - yuck. They may show you that it’s Not Your Grandmother’s Knitting - but it sure is Ugly. I have also seen some serious edge expanding knitting - I’m thinking here of the knitted wedding gown made of white plastic bags. I’m ashamed I can’t remember who knit it - and remember, I’m on dial-up. I can’t just google it. I think it’s in Knitting in America. But with that plastic dress the artist honored all the many skills involved in knitting (math, physical dexterity, vision, eye for line, understanding of the properties of the material being used, understanding of anatomy) AND made something stunning - and appropriate even if some may not think it’s beautiful. I am not some. I think it's gorgeous.
Sandra Backlund is another artist who's truly honored everything that is knitting - shape, texture, technical skill. These garments are outré, but oh my - even as wavery digital images on old computer screens, they’re luscious, they draw all sorts of physical reactions from me - a desire to touch, to sniff, to hug, even to try myself. I would love to be 14 feet tall and 23 years old. I swear it, I’d knit myself something like that, put on high heeled boots and strut down a busy street in some glamorous city just to turn heads. To use the website, click on a collection and run the cursor up and down the left hand pictures for bigger images. Click on them and you can stare long and long at one.
And just because we don’t want to say good-bye to Christmas yet - here are some more images.
More Christmas Scenes
and Wise Men
All to see the babe in a manger.
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