As I work on some knotwork this week the scent of fall is starting to drift in. The winds are romantic in ways that are intangible, yet, utterly inspiring.
Knotwork is the first form of fiber arts I learned as a child. I was at my great auntie's house and playing around with some of her handspun yarn as the adults talked amongst themselves. I made a small basket with a lid from a string of knots. My Aunt saw it and said that it was knotwork, an old French art form and then explained it to me. She was so impressed that I had done this on my own that she gave me some of her best yarn when I left.
Over the years I have made many cafe' valances and Portiere sets this way. They really showcase art yarn and look fantastic in old houses in particular. I'm making these to sell in my Bizarre as special orders (measurements and colors by request) as well as some I just get in the mood to make which will be standard sizes and colors of my choice.
Feel the wind's embrace,
Inhale the seasons shifting tones,
*The one in the photo is not yet finished as I need to spin up more white angora to knot in. The top part will be a loose free weave.