When Robert Frost wrote, ‘something there is that doesn’t love a wall,’ he wasn’t talking about me. I love a wall. Truly, I’m something of a wall-watcher. Walls are not what they used to be. Call me a purist, but it seems to me that there is a lot of applied stucco where it doesn’t belong. Much adobe, in rainy regions that are not licensed for adobe.
A neighbor is building a Frost-worthy wall down the road from us in Southampton. This is an old-school wall that instantly transports the viewer to Vermont. This wall is not hidden behind a hedge or down a long driveway; it’s right out on the road, looking all New Englandy. Looking, actually, like a great place to photograph knitting.
Let me put this right out there: Yes. I was out walking. I saw a wall. It had a yellow stone. I walked back home to get my camera and my knitting. I walked back to the wall, and spent an undisclosed chunk of the afternoon trying to drape knitting over the wall in an arftful way without anybody seeing me. Which somebody probably did. It’s probably gotten back to my next-door neighbors already: “Um, Dorothy, Kay’s wandered off again. Oh yeah– she’s got her knitting, out in front of my place. You want to bring her home or shall I?”
The wall called to mind this photo:
On the back of Quilt Road, a favorite photo of Kaffe Fassett . (Although it’s hard to choose. Dang! Is there any man, anywhere, who can work a floral shirt better than Kaffe?) Here we see only the top of the handsome Kaffe head, but we already know what he looks like. His back looks happy, wearing a quilt, walking by quilts on a wall.
A Knitter’s Shame
My kids. Their hats. This morning.
(On the right, crap acrylic. On the left, crap acrylic from a bar.)
O the humanity.
P.S. Because I know Norma will wonder, the wall scarf is a red scarf, but it’s not a Red Scarf. I’m blasting through my last Teacher Present Scarf (red scarf is #2 of 3, and it’s all knitted and edged and blocked and everything, and
#3 (aka the Manly Scarf) is on the needles and halfway there). (Photograph in a parenthetical: SNAP!) I’m majorly geared up to knit some excellent Red Scarves for the Red Scarf Project. Stay tuned: Scarf Road is a long road; we have miles to go before we sleep.