I have to admit that there are times and places when knitting or crochet is just not what I want to do. There are hot afternoons, lying under the grape vine's shade with distant sounds of cocks crowing and the voices of people calling to each other across the valley just reaching my ears, when knitting a woolly sweater is farthest from my mind.
But even when this sort of activity is in prospect I still pack yarn and some sort of tangling implement in my bag. But the yarn will be the least woolly I can get and the project small, small enough to fit in my handbag and the 'implement' blunt enough to avoid the eagle eyed security men and scanners at airports. Thus last summer as I set off for Paxos I took some assorted colours of cotton, a wooden crochet hook, and a tiny pair of nail scissors.
Not that I was going to avow long siestas with a book falling from my hand as I dropped off to sleep. But I can always find time to do a little bit of something, and not just on the way to the airport!
However, although I pottered about (crochetly speaking) for a week making squares in combinations of all the colours I took with me, when I had a pile of them I was not sure. The colours not as good together once made up as in a pile of unworked bargain bin skeins. They were fire and water
Once I had made enough I began to lay out the squares to get the colour effect I wanted
At this stage I was really not sure whether it would be a master piece or a total muddly mess. But it came together
But even when this sort of activity is in prospect I still pack yarn and some sort of tangling implement in my bag. But the yarn will be the least woolly I can get and the project small, small enough to fit in my handbag and the 'implement' blunt enough to avoid the eagle eyed security men and scanners at airports. Thus last summer as I set off for Paxos I took some assorted colours of cotton, a wooden crochet hook, and a tiny pair of nail scissors.
Not that I was going to avow long siestas with a book falling from my hand as I dropped off to sleep. But I can always find time to do a little bit of something, and not just on the way to the airport!
However, although I pottered about (crochetly speaking) for a week making squares in combinations of all the colours I took with me, when I had a pile of them I was not sure. The colours not as good together once made up as in a pile of unworked bargain bin skeins. They were fire and water
Suitable symbols for a Greek island in high summer, perhaps, but the more I looked at the pile of squares the more I thought of only water, the beautiful limpid shallows in shades of green and the deeper water fading from turquoise to navy blue. So when I got home I put away the fiery squares and bought a lot more shades of blue (and some greys and pinks for pebbles)
Once I had made enough I began to lay out the squares to get the colour effect I wanted
At this stage I was really not sure whether it would be a master piece or a total muddly mess. But it came together
And looks rather fine on the beach that was in my mind's eye as I made it
xx
c
1 comment:
I have been wondering about these squares. I am so pleased to see what they have become and to get a sense of what was in your mind's eye.
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