A foray into the world of textiles and the ups and downs of living a creative life.
Monday, April 29, 2013
I feel rather daunted wwriting a blog without any pictures. Though I have been working on several projects and happily observing progress I have totally forgotten to record these with my camera! I realised this morning when I wanted to share online that I actually didnt have any props to use. The challenge of writing itself became a rather daunting task. So I sit, feeling rather naked, remembering how we used to rely on the written word to communicate, through our letters and intimate notes, to friends, family and loved ones. These personal jottings were often entrusted to the postman, intended for travel just a few miles away, and contained the personal and private thoughts of one to another. The joys and the anticipation of hearing from others, the pleasures of writing, selecting the paper,pen, ink, or other implements, crafting the words and sharing one's life seem to be distant memories. How much life has changed, and how foreign the concept of writing in a manner that conveys my thougths actions and deeds has become. I mourn the passing of a creative skill I once possessed and carelessly lost.
Textile enthusiast and creator. I learnt to crotchet and knit from my nana. Fifty years later I am still hooked. Now I spin, knit, crotchet, weave, and work on tapestry. I am currently learning design and trying to master a dobby loom!.