
I stand in gape-mouthed wonder at everything.
All this stuff - making things, capturing beauty, marking time (and being fearful of it too), birth, joy, hurting - is about wonder. Most especially my family, friends, and the things they make and give. I am agape at how it all moves and moves and moves, a river of livelihood. There are people all around me here in this toasty cafe, a blizzard outside, talking, reading, computing, laughing, wearing sweaters I'd like to reverse engineer, loudly drawing
allongés. Sometimes it seems so impossible.
The Magic Yarn Ball is a project in
Knitalong. This one, above, is one I made a long time ago for
Kay. The yarn is white linen and the dpns, measuring tape, and baubles are all vintage/thrifted. These are the funnest thing ever to make - each one a magic sculpture using the materials we knitters love to touch, collect, use, in a wholly new and curious way. They feel good in the hands, fat and substantial, a knitter's softball.
You obviously don't need my directions to make a ball full of knitter presents. But I hope that if you don't have
Knitalong, you will buy it and read it. For yourself, for friends, to give along with a Magic Yarn Ball on top. The book i's something I made from myself, with a huge force of generosity and good will - and yes, wonder. It's special to me, and I don't write about that very often here.