Handdyed soft fingering yarn with silver angelina. Each pair takes about 20 grams of yarn.
The colour is magnificent! Handdyed by Wolop and given to me for Sinterklaas. They were x-mas baubles. They’ve hung in the Wolop Advent Garland and now I’ve knitted them into cuffs.
This time of year the sun regains its strength and the air can be so crisp and clear. No longer appropriate are the dark greens and reds and golds of December. This is the time of clear skies and sun glittering on snow. I also think of mountains and quarts and I wear my rings to celebrate:
These feelings are combined with the wish to celebrate wintergreen trees. So my x-mas tree is still up, converted to the colours of quarts and snow and mountain streams. I’m spinning white under it whenever I can. It smells so nice! Celebrating wood creatures too.
ALERT: life philosophy ahead!
Not particular funny either but perhaps of interest? It’s something that is part of my daily life at the moment.
(I do feel burdened because while I celebrate trees I’m watching this tree dying in my house. It’s such a ridiculous industry anyway, the x-mas tree industry. So wasteful, so phoney. Also, woodland creatures are quickly disappearing in my country due to overpopulation with humans and their narrow minded ideas of economic progress.
I counter these feelings by living in the moment. By noticing and celebrating the small things. By resigning myself to what life actually is and by resigning myself to the era I’ve been born in, with its characteristics that I cannot alter. We are in the process of overpopulation and we can see how our future living environment will look like by looking at dense populated areas in Asia. These people live, these people laugh. It’s not a drama.
Yes, things will disappear from our lives. Things, habits, knowledge, experience, animals. It has always been happening. Who now knows the once common knowledge and skills of making fire with the tinder box? How part of common life it was to travel by moon light? How everybody knew the classics like Greek drama’s and opera’s and they were the memes and cultural vessels of the day? All these things have gone. The only difference is that now we are with many, many humans and we are devouring our surroundings. But it’s not that different, really.
The loss will happen slowly. It is a shame. But it is not a drama. I should not perceive it as a drama. Perception is faulty anyway. Always biased.
Besides, I can live in my head. I can travel to the mountains, wade through the snow, be a mountain spirit, in my mind. A little thing like a ring or glittery cuffs is a reminder of this freedom.)