Yarns and Words

We’re now in the second weekend of floods here in West Yorkshire. I am lucky to be out of harm’s way bar a few large puddles although travel becomes restricted as road and rail are disrupted..

I came across this knitwear designer and publisher based in the West of Scotland:

https://kddandco.com/about-kdd/

A rather lovely combination of knitting and publishing which is true to the Highlands and Islands styles. Professionally produced, KDD & Co is a delight to browse through and discover more of what is available in the world of yarns. There are books, kits, yarns, knitwear and tutorials in the online shop. So much to inspire a maker on a dreich day!

‘Kate now donates 20% of her time to volunteering, mentoring and consultancy, sharing her expertise with a wide range of organisations and individuals. She’s a champion of the MAKE manifesto and one of the twelve members of the Scottish Government’s Business Leadership Group, encouraging other businesses to commit to the ideals of fairness and equality behind the Scottish Business Pledge. From its beginnings in difficult circumstances, Kate is proud to have built a sustainable and successful creative business completely from scratch.’ (KDD website)

I am working on a shawl with a circular needle, combining two yarns simultaneously. I enjoy the marl and texture which mohair can give to an ordinary ball of wool. I’ve also approached felt with embroidery, experimenting with shrinking, presenting Mama Nature in Abstract. There has been exploration of further study in textiles too.

Recycled Sari Yarn

New Year’s Resolution or Revolution!

It’s in between time. Almost New Year. Easy to get lost in a no man’s land of dreams for the future, reflecting on the past. All the daily drama of a ridiculous power fight seem a long time ago and soon will be part of last year’s story. If I have a NYR it is this – before saying anything, let it pass through three gates: Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind? !!

Letting go is an interesting thing. I read recently in the British Heart Foundation magazine an article by a woman who, like me, had to alter her life so much so that many friends disappeared. It seems that it’s not possible to be interesting enough if one doesn’t partake in alcohol consumption in order to socialise. Although I’ve never been a serious or heavy drinker, I am more aware now than ever, just how much alcohol has played a role in my life, in culture, in work. Be a part or miss out. It now feels like so much time has been lost to the dramas that alcohol induces in people, those strange behaviours. But it’s best to leave it all behind.

I wonder too if people are afraid of someone with heart failure. Which is ridiculous and laughable. If we haven’t learned to face death as  mature adults through losing significant others, then we are  truly in greater trouble than the person in front of us fuelled by medications! I am not feart of the future or any person. Things are different now – that is all.

I’m using this precious time to write a second book, research and create a piece of art for my second OCA assignment, connect with new people similar of situation, playing with needle felting, embroidery and felt. The love of colour, art, yarn, books, sustains me day to day.

Then there are dreams of far away places. Keep making, writing, dreaming.

Healthy hearty cuisine – today’s is coleslaw (some have said my coleslaws are epic!) – adding cranberries (dried), walnuts, apple, to cabbage, carrot and red onion. Zero-fat yoghurt, olive oil, lemon juice, cider vinegar, pepper. Enjoy the zing and crunch!

Felt Acorns via Pinterest

The doing of things (or not)

We’re almost at Winter Solstice. I’m still here, now writing a first draft of a new story.

I have found a notebook on the shelf of many, for textiles and words research and doodling. I need to keep a log over coming months.

Procrastination has included testing all pens in my two pots, looking at bundt recipes ( I can’t get the word ‘bundt’ out of my head, thanks to ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’), drifting in and out of snoozing, escapism through episodes of Northern Exposure, looking over Edward Gorey illustrations. Although the latter is relevant to the Textiles course I’m on.

I should be transferring words from a notebook to a document on the computer. Maybe another night.