do you know about Harris Tweed?
Harris is an island, one of the Outer Hebrides (also known as the Western Isles), Scotland. . .traditional tweed is hand-woven from wool. . . you can find a little history here, if you're interested. . . tweed isn't just for flat caps and coats. . .
now, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I love fabrics. . . and I especially love tweeds (check out these really funky ones!). . . and I also love Tana Lawn from Liberty (I'm sure I've told you this before)
I think I have, haven't I? oh well - so lovely, we'll look at some again. . .
(you can even buy Tana Lawn Buttons!)
and this one reminds me of tweed and lichen
but, seeing as it's mid-November, let's stick to the warm woolly stuff. . . look at the colours of these beautiful tweed yarns from Rowan - it looks like tweed, and knits up to create a fabric with those gorgeous tweedy flecks in it
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a little like knitting your own lichen in fact. . .
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a little like knitting your own lichen in fact. . .
I could wax on for hours about colour and texture and yarn and fabric, but they are some of those things that have to be experienced to be truly loved
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in the meantime, I'll leave you with this:
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in the meantime, I'll leave you with this:
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
.WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
<----- returns to her knitting
14 comments:
I have a couple of tweed jackets.
my tweed hacking jacket is my most fav :)
I've sat here and thought.....and thought.
Not one.
Nada.
Zip.
Nil.
Not even a wool coat.
I'm sure it's a subconscious desire to save the sheepie's from the trauma of having to go naked.
:-/
Yeats was a bit of an old tosser, wasn't he?
was he Vicus? I've never read a biography
lovely poetry tho
Mel they have to be shorn on a yearly basis (or else they'd be too hot in the summer!) so might as well do something useful with the results of the hair cut!
ZiggZ and you have the horses to go with it!
Dave I have a real Harris tweed one that I bought in a vintage shop. . . it's a little large for me, but very cozy (and a beautiful deep orange colour)
I need a new scarf. A nice warm woolen one. (gave mine away to the oldest Grandchild as she coveted it so) Do you sell them? Some folks on the blogs have an Etsy shop. Do you?
Tweed is okay. I do wish you'd wax on for hours about this as I get to learn. I know so little about so many things. I like the view here.
Peace.
Harris Tweed. Haven't heard those 2 words together since I was a small girl.
That bag is so cute! Very wintery.
I know nothing of poetry, but this one is oh-so-lovely.
xo
oh yum...
I am working with a bit of wool that looks a great deal like the one in the photo, lots of blue greens and dark greens, it's called "seaweed"
making the mini teen in my house a cap and scarf...
LOL
You remind me of all the wonderful ways people the world over have discovered for keeping warm, cool and beautiful.
Such richness.
Do wax on :)
Ohhhhhhh....I just spent some time having a wander through the National Gallery (well, the website.....). Way cool! You get to see upclose to paintings and everything!
Happy Sunday morning to you. :-)
happy Sunday to you too, Mel
it's a great place - the cafes and restaurants have been turned into something really special in recent years, a good match for the art
when my mother used to take me there the art was as truly wonderful as it is now, but the cafe was a little shoddy
mig don't encourage me!
sorrow you're reminding me of my holiday playing with the seaweed on the sands of the beach
G when I was younger Harris Tweed was the kind of thing that would make me groan, now I'm a little older (ho hum) it's something I admire for the workmanship and the integral beauty of the cloth
that is one of my favourite poems
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man I love Etsy, but I'm not organised enough to sell my creations; I recently knitted a scarf with all the odds and ends from my stash (you know all knitters have a stash, right?) and my children thought it was so horrible that it's now known as The Ugly Scarf - it's kinda Dr Who like (altho I suppose you have to be familiar with 1970s BBC1 tv characters to understand that, I might come back to it one day and provide an explanation) (in the meantime, click the link) but it's very long and very warm, so I don't care!!
for me scarves are very personal things. . . the length/width, the warmth factor, the colours/texture, a fringe or no fringe (sometimes a lovely yarn is not worth wasting on a fringe, sometimes a yarn is sooooooo beautiful that you want to show it off unknitted). . .
I'd offer to knit you one, but it might not be perfect and then would end up unworn in the closet - you'd be better off learning how to knit yourself!!
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(glad you like the view)(thanks)
Yes, I know Dr. Who. The one with the long long scarf we called simply, "Scarf Doctor". I had one like that, synthetic wool, white.
My favorite was a cashmere affair, that's the one I gave away to one of the kids because it happened to be in her school colors.
Peace.
I didn't know you could still get Tana Lawn. No Liberty in Manchester now.
Those buttons are making my mouth water.
KAZ see, if I "got" "you" in the Secret Santa I can now think of all manner of things that you'd like (I won't mention it again)
man I'd rather knit with cashmere than acrylic, but then I'd rather someone bought me the yarn if I was going to do that!! my godfather once painted a photo of that Dr Who for a chocolate bar. . .
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