People around here knit. I know how, but I don’t do it. If I began again, it would be taking coals to Newcastle, as they say.
In my town there is, on the first weekend in November, a “Holiday Boutique” where several handy people — all women, I think — sell their crafts. It’s invitation only and the stuff in the store is really amazing. It’s amazing in a few different dimensions — it’s beautiful an well made, first dimension, and it’s things I thought had disappeared from the face of the earth such as embroidered pillowcases.
My neighbor, E., is a member of the Boutique and three of the four Novembers I’ve lived here, I’ve done most of my Christmas shopping there. E doesn’t only knit; she crochets and she sews. The two hats in the photo are her work. I bought them both as presents, but I haven’t given them away… The hat in the foreground was made (E tells me) from a skein of yarn that has all those textures and colors right in it. She said all she did was knit it and it came out like that. ❤
When I worked at the art co-op, I saw the beautiful work of a lot of people who live in the San Luis Valley, and, before I went to Switzerland in 2016, I bought a silk/wool scarf knitted by a friend working at the co-op. I love the colors. It’s knit of silk and wool yarn and it’s very light and very warm. It’s taken the place of all other scarves I own.
I love this handwork. As with music, I am a member of the appreciative audience.