Wednesday, January 18

Sad tale of sad silk

From this:
100_0082

To this:
100_0313a

And back, ultimately, to this:
100_0321
(What the uninformed reader may not be able to discern is the exquisite artistry of that last photo. Really, Kubrick would be proud.) "Wherein the poor yarn, wound, knitted, ripped, re-wound and, for the moment, cast aside, is sitting on the windowsill, staring sadly into the rain," which is, of course, streaming down the panes of glass like the tears that would be streaming down its fibrous strands, if only it had tear ducts. (If only!)

The yarn was beautiful. Magisterial, even. (It still is.) I don't know of many people who aren't made a little weak in the knees by the sight, hell, the thought even, of pure silk. Our saga began at Rhinebeck. It lured me with its siren song of gorgeous colors, with the way it shone and glistened in the dusty-barn-diffused sunlight. I touched it. I never even had a chance. A tiny, 100-yard hank came home with me. And I fondled it daily while waiting for inspiration to hit.

Then there was this pattern. I thought it would be the perfect thing. It would look fetching and, moreover, it would mean I could neck with that glorious silk whenever I wanted.

But, like many things in life, it was too good to be true. It knitted up quickly, like, in an hour. Blocking it was hardly a chore. And then the fateful moment. I tried it on.

It looked like a clown collar. Or like the perfect accessory for a tribal witch doctor, the thing that not only accentuates her unruly mane and crazy stare but that she could take off in the most dire of cases and hold to the fevered cheek or forehead of some ailing, hallucinating villager as she exhorted the demons to be gone and leave this poor child be.

At the very nicest, it just wasn't me. Not at all. Not even a little.

So it was ripped. And re-wound. And sent back to the holding pen with all the other yarns that are waiting for inspiration to hit.

My silk deserves better.

5 Comments:

Blogger amylovie said...

It wasn't meant to be.

Amy

5:20 PM, January 18, 2006  
Blogger Christie said...

Too bad. It didn't look so bad in the picture...it's project will reveal itself.

9:20 PM, January 18, 2006  
Blogger Jerry & Maxy said...

At least you were brave enough to rip. It IS stunning yarn...it's form will come.

9:45 PM, January 18, 2006  
Blogger frog happens said...

It's very pretty in the picture... but yeah, if it's not you, it's not you. Gorgeous yarn, though. ;)

11:10 PM, January 18, 2006  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Aww, gee - I thought it looked lovely in the photo. But I totally understand - sometimes it just doesn't work in person. I'm sure you'll find something else gorgeous for that beautiful silk.

10:42 AM, January 24, 2006  

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