The ruminations of an artist on art & quilts, beading, knitting, drawing, painting, printmaking, bookmaking are all my passions, I love to explore creating....

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Knitting Notes & Truth Poem

Today I stumbled across this great website --microRevolt--- with a great tool for crafters. "KnitPro is a web application that translates digital images into knit, crochet, needlepoint and cross-stitch patterns. Just upload jpeg, gif, or png images of whatever you wish---and it will generate the image pattern on a grid sizable for any fiber project. knitPro is based on the tradition of pre-industrial craft circles who freely shared patterns and passed them down from generation to generation." I tried this out--and it generated a good grid of my image---wow! this is a versatile tool for many craft applications.

Crochet or knit for the victims and families of the Virginia Tech tragedy.
- A local yarn shop, University City Blvd. Blacksburg, has posted a call for donations of knitted or crocheted squares to make blankets for the victims and families of the Virginia Tech tragedy. Check out the particulars at the Mosaic Yarn Shop's blog.

For me, this is one tangible way to promote healing--knitting a square or 2 with love and kindness in each stitch. I need another project like I need a hole in my head--but I cannot resist this call--I will be posting my finished square here in a few days.

QUOTE FOR THE DAY: " The only place where housework comes before needlework is in the dictionary. " ~Mary Kurtz

And today's poem (don't ask me how this relates;-)

Truth Serum

We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
We used that.
Stirred it widely. Noticed the clouds while stirring.
Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes
of summer. Dropped in their names.
Added a mint leaf now and then
to hearten the broth. Added a note of cheer and worry.
Orange butterfly between the claps of thunder?
Perfect. And once we had it,
had smelled and tasted the fragrant syrup,
placing the pan on a back burner for keeping,
the sorrow lifted in small ways.
We boiled down the lies in another pan till they disappeared.
We washed that pan.

1 comment:

Mary Timme said...

I couldn't find the relationship between the poem and knitting either, but it was a neat kind of poem. Like it very much.