The freeform thing has completely taken on a life of its own. I am really enjoying playing with it and fascinated by the project’s resistance to any form of planning or intent. I knit a bit. Then stand back and look at it, pick it up again and knit a bit more or change yarns and/or stitches… place a bead here and one there… think about where I might weave in another yarn later, or some fabric, or sew a few buttons on…
It feels really rather like painting with fibre. Or as I imagine painting to be, except I can’t/don’t paint. Overall there seems to be a need to blend both stitch patterns and yarns.
I must say that I rather like process knitting.
I shall now be on the cadge for oddments of fibre/yarn/fabric to feed this new interest. Sadly there can be no more spending for years and years and years… a Five Year Plan has been put into effect. That’s Plan A. There is a Plan B. Also a Plan C, which is a 10 year plan – and to be resisted while ever Plans A or B are workable.
What are we up to? Well, we seem to be planning an entirely disreputable old age and distinctly dodgy future! It’s all about ensuring that Mr L can retire before too long, even though I have no employment, and finding new and adventurous ways in which to enjoy life. We don’t want to wake up and ask one morning “was that all there was?” – we want to sit up on that morning and say “we did all that we could”.
What an adventure!