As you can see from how I’ve redecorated the Found Objects, I’m quite taken with The Gates. I know you get the New York Times, but be sure to check out the video and the even more wonderful slide show here. I went Gates-walking on Saturday and Sunday, but today I looked into the Park and saw the orange cloth flopping dismally in the rain and wind. Even 23 miles of orange curtains look dreary in the rain.
I wonder if I’m just being carried away by the hype, but I don’t much care. The atmosphere in and around the Park is like a World’s Fair, people strolling, excited and curious to see what the fuss is all about. We don’t get nearly enough of that. Lookie here: on Saturday I got one of the samples of fabric the volunteers were handing out:
I keep reminding people (as their eyes glaze over) that in addition to everything else, the Gates are fiber art. (They are pleated. They are hemmed. They are cloth. I rest my case.) As I walked under them in the sunshine on Saturday, I kept thinking of Debbie New’s sheer, knitted labyrinth depicting the passage of conception and birth. Imagine: if the Gates were knitted! Send a letter to Christo; if he and Jeanne-Claude asked knitters to knit, we’d knit!
Felting: Adventures and Mis-
I’m still on my felting frenzy. It’s lasting longer this year. Under the influence of The Other Ann (our reader from Berkeley who is tragically blogless), the urge to felt has merged with a revival of passion for Kaffe Fassett’s Persian Poppies. The Persian Poppies, wow, they are amazing. And, as intarsia goes, easy as pie. You can memorize them. You can stripe ’em or not, stripe the background or not, change the color for the center or not, and they always look good. I’m thinking 2005 may be my Year of the Persian Poppy. There are so many ways you could do them, in so many yarns. Right now The Other Ann is doing them in Blue Heron chenille on a purple Magpie background. Gobsmacking. I wanted to see if the poppies would felt (more specifically, how they would look after felting), so I worked up a swatch the size of a placemat. I used scraps of Lamb’s Pride Bulky that were drifting around the living room (eco-homekeeping tip: don’t vacuum, just knit the fluff you find on the floor) , and felted it. The new KayCam doesn’t quite capture it, but I like it:
All this felting has meant the odd Felting Failure (and I do mean odd) here and there. Mis-felts. Irregulars. Seconds. I can’t bear to toss out something I spent a few hours knitting. So I cut it up into coasters and, in honor of the day, hearts.
People, you can cut felt, no problem. See how the cut edge looks?
To keep the edge intact forever, you could run a whipstitch or blanket stitch around the edge, but hey, they’re coasters. When they start to fray, someday, I’ll let them go back to the Earth. Surely by then I’ll have more Felting Freaks to cut up.
In other playful meanderings, I finally gave in to my craving for something made by Heidi Kenney at My Paper Crane:
This little painting, ‘Heart Hugs’, is shown actual size. Heidi made it on February 2. The heavy-lidded eyes of her subjects remind me of my Carrie, who probably was a silent movie actress in a prior life.
Bet you never figured me as a ‘Heart Hugs’ kinda gal.
Happy Valentine’s Day,