Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn. Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail. We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the …
It is almost always windy here in the Outer Hebrides and we have few trees for protection. And now in the coolness of Autumn the wind is blowing harder so that everything is refreshed and made to tingle like our skin and glow brighter released from under the weight of things no longer needed. We …
Suddenly Autumn and we’re golden
Honey mellow molten sunshine in the freshness of Autumn. Small bundles of windtorn heather still bloom, fading to lilac from bright purple.
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Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
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