I thought of a little project that I can work on for the next four years or so. (I have so much time on my hands!) Recall the teeny Alice Starmore swatch I was doing? The Keava fair isle with the “key pattern” which mostly looks like wandering angles? This one (she says as she rummages through 400,000 images of every knitting moment of the last six months)?
As long as we’re confessing (weren’t we?), I have now decided that I am going to collect, in achingly slow fashion, the eight shades of Scottish Campion to do the Keava sweater. I have this desire to try one in slavish reproduction of her colorway, and since Campion is discontinued, it will take me a good long while to collect them.
I have concluded that it’s good recycling to chase down this Campion. Downright virtuous of me. And it’s a way to enjoy these beautiful yarns without having to interact with Ms. S. In my strolling around the Internet to find out about Campion I keep coming across unpleasant correspondence from Starmore and her lawyer Mr. Muir which suggests that a group of knitters writing about Alice Starmore should not be allowed to use her trademarked name because somebody might say something unpleasant about her. Hunh? It’s her name, fer heaven’s sake. You’re a lawyer: explain that one to me. This correspondence is over a year old, and I have no idea how it all played out, but really. Do I want to encourage this sort of thing by buying her yarn?
So, all you folks with piles of Scottish Campion out there, give a holler if you have some Scottish Campion in chartreuse, ocean, periwinkle, moss, mauve, seabright, or candy. We can work out an environmentally correct, superfriendly, copryight-respectful transaction.