As we are all part of nature we feel the quickening in early Spring, a tingling of life force awakening inside us, a desire to rampage into newness. I wonder if like the sap in plant stems that is suddenly rising and full of vigour, we too have this response in our bodies. All things …
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 …
Short days, wild winds, stormy seas. The glory of winter darkness hibernation, wrapping ourselves in cosy woollens, swaddling our spirits in the gestation time, quietening our minds, listening with stillness to the sounds of nature. Here we are in the deep mid-Winter with arrows pointing back to Autumn and forwards to Spring in the eternal …
Inspiration: being Hebridean
Tha an fhuil làidir. The blood is strong.
Harris Tweed and Shetland wool. Hebridean wool from our native sheep. Harris wool tagged by weavers captured for knitting.
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