Catching up on loose ends ...

The green sweater turned out ok -- not great, just ok. This was quite a disappointment to me, as I had many hours invested in this knitting project. I think the problem lies more with my choice of yarn than my knitting skills. The tencel/wool blend was a dream to work with, but it knits up into a very flimsy fabric. It doesn't drape in the most flattering way. Oh well, live and learn.

I've completed two knitted bags, which are in the washing machine being felted at this very moment. Both are patterns I have not tried before and I'm anxious to see how they turn out. That's a determining factor as to whether I keep them or sell them. HA!

What the heck do I need a shawl for? I don't, but I have to keep this beauty I knitted from some gorgeous yarn I bought on etsy at a fantastic price. Here's a close up of the shawl. It's just a big triangle, so a picture of the colors seemed more important. The yarn is a blend of wool, mohair and rayon. The colors are aqua, deep purple, navy blue and emerald green. It's perfectly me.


The last loose end to tie up is my foray into poetry. I've had to abandon this project for now. Apparently I can only write poetry about sad things and not about things that bring me joy. It was just too depressing.

Words

I've never been interested much in poetry ... until recently.

While at Artfest in the spring of 2007, I was was busy with workshops that resulted in finished products. I hammered, I bent and twisted wire, I glued, I cut, I bound a book, I applied patina and I set rivets.

While I was busy creating tangible objects, my friend Chelline attended a poetry workshop. In the evenings, we sat around sharing stories of our days. I was intrigued by the poems Chelline wrote. She read them out loud. One of them made me cry, others brought a smile to my face. The instructor of her workshop was Susan Wooldridge.

It's taken almost two years, but last week I purchased Susan's book Poemcrazy. This book was the foundation for the worshop Chelline attended. I'm loving the practice exercises in the book.

During my walk with Xena this morning, I said words aloud ... random words, words describing things I saw, things I felt, words that sprung forth from other words. What a liberating experience.

I'll keep you posted on my poetic journey ...