The weather has gotten colder in places north of the 45th Parallel, where I know people whose temperature control is important to me. Stocking them with knitted winter survival gear gave me the opportunity to play with an idea that is so ubiquitous that we don’t even notice it in daily life. That is, the … More When Vertical Lines Meet Horizontal Lines
I have self-imposed rules for obtaining the plants I use for plant dyeing, which boil down to being a scavenger and using only plants that I find or am given or rescue from the garbage bin. I don’t pay for my dye materials or use materials that could be eaten. And then I broke my … More The Hunt for Red September
Over the past nine months I have been experimenting with the basics of plant dyeing using scavenged materials. The thrill of uncovering beautiful colors hidden inside ordinary plants that I never noticed before, or food waste that I would have thrown away without a thought, could almost have distracted me from the fact that I … More What Happens After You Dye?
I have a collection of Wollmeise lace yarn that is several times beyond SABLE, a useful acronym in knitting jargon that breaks out to “Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.” I use this yarn exclusively by choice and necessity, since I have so much that I can’t consider buying other kinds of yarn. I love Wollmeise because of the … More Don’t Just Live– Dye!
When I was about 6 years old, my 13-year-old sister told me that white goes with everything. Of course I believed her. She was a teenager and she knew everything. White is known to be pure, basic, modern, minimalistic. White is a blank slate, an empty page. But my work with color has brought me … More White: Color’s Secret Frenemy
My first job out of college was a position as a library assistant in a chichi Harvard Square architecture company that was responsible for some of the ugliest buildings to blight the Middle East. This job taught me several valuable lessons, listed in ascending order of importance: I didn’t want to be an architect. Aside from the … More Deconstructing the Shell Game
The phrase I have always used to explain why I knit is “to answer a question”, but I’ve had trouble putting the question into words that express what I’m trying to find out. On one level, the questions are simple. Maybe I want to see how a certain set of colors work together, what happens … More Manifesto: The Nature of Nature
My first knitting era lasted for about 15 years, and then the ideas dried up in the late 90’s. My color work had started looking hectic and undisciplined to me, and the square shapes I knitted because they didn’t require calculations had come to look clumsy and dowdy. I had no more questions that could … More Manifesto: Math Phobia
Before I began knitting, the interior of my brain was wallpapered in words, generally purple prose, having been a math phobe with literary pretensions. My brain was stuffed to the gills with clever ways to evoke the angst of my early adulthood. Even I thought I was tedious. I needed something better to put into … More Manifesto: The early years