new perspectives
In Natalie Goldberg's book "Living Color: A Writer Paints Her World " she talks about really noticing gray for the first time when she looked at a stuccoed church against a Minnesota sky: Suddenly I appreciated that color. I saw how one gray could frame another gray. What she wrote is similar to what I felt walking along a beach path and boat yard last week. Then my friend in Cornwall wrote to me about the gray cliffs and sea there and sent a picture of her stone house in snow against gray sky. And I realized that what I've always considered a non-color is suffusing my life at the moment and it's not at all unpleasant. (NG): a sense of hugeness would be held in the color gray, a sense of afternoon and timelessness... Yesterday I saw alpaca yarn the same color as the Atlantic sky and sea and I want to wrap myself in it. (I'm knitting a cabled neck warmer in cocoa brown but may have to start another in gray).
My great grandson's father wants a pair of knitted socks. He said all the women in the family have them and it's not fair. I generally don't knit men's socks for reasons that should be obvious to any sock knitters out there who love wild and crazy yarns as I do. As hard as I tried, I couldn't convince him that he'd love stripes and zig zags and rainbow colors - he's a guy after all - but I did dissuade him from solid navy, dark brown, and charcoal. At Westport Yarns I found a good compromise, cleared it with him before I left, and started right in on it. It is Online's Supersocke 100 Canadian-Color and although it is predominantly dark grays and black, there are occasional shots of cream and tan along with built in subtle patterning that keeps me interested. So far I love working on this yarn although I may find it difficult if I'm watching old movies in a dimly lighted room (last night there were three versions of A Christmas Carol on TV). Maybe it's a sunny-mornings-in-the- kitchen project. With black coffee.
against old marble buildings
shining city lights
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