Monday, December 10, 2007

The magic of handspun.
You get some fluff, disorganized chaos, that has been partially ordered.
You either spin randomly or with much forethought.
Order from chaos.
The fluff, slowly with the treadling and drafting, forms a line.
A thread.
Thin as you can.
Careful.
Very fragile and will be ripped from your hands if you lose your concentration.
Then, you ply.
And the thread gets stonger.
Much stronger.

Quick.
Get it on the bobbin.
Fast as you can.
There is knitting to be done.
A creation to be made.
Order from chaos.

Oh, I want to see the yarn.
What the future holds.
I never really knew.
I really couldn't see what the yarn from roving was going to be.

Order from chaos.
Isn't this life.
The stress, the strain, the hardship.....
Dare I say the treadling and drafting of ourselves turns us into strong beautiful works of art.
So we knit.
So we spin.
We create order from chaos.
A little bit of supernatural lessons that come from the natural, of our daily lives.

Ah, at last.
Blocked.
Stretched to the limit.
The stitches can now be seen clearly.
The Master's workmanship.
Clearly seen.
Order from chaos.

5 comments:

KnitNana said...

Lovely!
(but you could take a little credit for the work, couldn't you?
(((hugs)))

IndigoMuse said...

You are such a talented and inspired craftswoman. I'm continually impressed with what you create.

Dana said...

Beautifully spun & written!

Jenn said...

What a lovely chronicle of your work, with a great finished knit at the end.

Louisa said...

Beautiful spinning, stunning lace and superb writing...congrats!!