My last few posts have been about a librarian’s “Found Poetry” in the lyrical names of knitting stitches. I love it when people (poets) find something so very common; write a poem about it and suddenly it isn’t common anymore. I always remember a poem by William Carlos Williams – The Red Wheelbarrow so much […]
Or maybe it should be Flying Buttresses because the stitch slants both to the left and to the right. Flying Buttresses are, of course, those huge supports in Medieval architecture that keep the walls of stone cathedrals upright even though their roofs may collapse. Here is an example of right slanting and left slanting flying
This is another stitch mentioned in Found Poetry as a stitch with a poetic name. Certainly there is a sense of mystery about the name. Where are the pillars? Who is caught in the web? The stitch itself has never really “spoken” to me. Here it is from Daniela Forconi’s site. But in rethinking it
Here is another pretty knitting stitch with a lovely poetic name – Syncopated Brioche. Remember the song Syncopated Rhythm, well here it is in yarn. This stitch has a lot of texture and movement. Here are my photo takes on Syncopated Brioche. The picture above is from the Barbara Walker site. Cherry in Spring Blossoms
I felt badly just talking about the knitting stitches and not posting them. Why I didn’t think of Google to source pictures of the stitches that I was using from Found Poetry and adding my photos to them, I don’t know why. Anyway, the light bulb finally went on and I have photos of the
…or Wager Welt. This is a plain and very simple pattern based on garter stitch and stocking stitch. It’s found in Barbara Walker’s first treasury of knitting stitches. Barbara includes an anecdote about the stitch, as well. From looking at the stitch, it’s difficult to tell in an 8 row repeat how many rows are
It’s another dull day in Toronto – very cool and cloudy – and I am in a state of inertia. With time on my hands – especially if I ignore the “to do” lists – I feel like writing; but need to come up with some ideas. I went through the days of the first
OK, I know that I don’t know everything, even though I often suggest to my children and my husband that I at least know more then they do….ahem. Anyway I was surfing around on my trusty MAC this morning looking for something of interest, since I had just finished a photography challenge and it looked
…….along the North coast of the St Lawrence River just a little East of Quebec city. We were coming back from Halifax after my daughter’s graduation from Dalhousie when we decided to stay in Riviere du Loup. This is where the ferry leaves to cross the St. Lawrence into the Charlevoix region of Quebec. Charlevoix
I have a love-hate relationship with Lily of the Valley. I know those seemingly innocuous flowers that have delicate sprays of tiny bells – and I am surprised that someone has not written a fairy tale about how those “bells” came to be – how could anyone not just love, love, love them? Well
