The Harmony Sweater

I went to bed a little too early last night, and now I am up at 4am. Ridiculous. So I decided to look through my commentboxes (it cheers me up) and I came across Gillian from Lookinout. Hi Gillian! Nice to meet you! Now, as you probably all know by now, the language of knitting is a wondrous mystery to me, so you can well imagine how excited I was to scroll down Gillian's posts and read the phrase "Has anyone knitted the Harmony Sweater?"

Here is my understanding of that phrase:


Has anyone knitted the Harmony Sweater?
Has anyone finished it right?
I followed the pattern and
Still I am sleepless with
Dreams of it all
Through the night.

Has anyone knitted the Harmony Sweater?
Your comments would be a delight.
I thought that I had it
But still missing half of it,
How can dark colours
Be bright?


And for my next trick...I will attempt to interpret "I'm looking for a copy of Blues," which is followed 2 months later by: "I received Blues a few weeks ago and was horrified at my choice."

Signing off....

Sleepless in Sydney.

Knit one, poem one

I have an ongoing fascination with socks. But until recently, I took my socks for granted. Black or white, worn until worn out, not much to write about.

Then I started reading blogs, and suddenly I realised that socks can be much more than...well...socks. They are personal creations, pieces of art, celebrations of colour and texture, symbols of homespun warmth, passion for life.

I wanted to join the club.

But knitting is a bit like learning to swim, or to ride a bike, or to play the piano. If you didn't do it as a child, it will take time and effort and commitment; three aspects of my present life which are already being used to capacity.

So I knitted a poem instead.

I replaced the needles with pencils and clickety-clacked away for your enjoyment.

This sock is dedicated to all of you crafty bloggers who have stitched your way into my life...you know who you are!

Two needles, one skein,
Creating sticks, no colour's plain.
Follow pattern, line by line,
Home-love, patience and divine.
See it growing baby hat,
See it loving, tit for tat.
Increase, decrease, line unfurl,
Life a lesson, boy meets girl.
Final gauge, one of two,
Couple vulnerable, twins few.
Take a photo, capture that,
Sit and watch,
and
gift
it
back.