Knit. Knit. Knit.
Red, red, red. Eeeeee!
When I was an infant I had a red jumper. Made by my Marnie (Dad’s Mum), I imagine. A photo of my brother, my Dad and me – in a red jumper – sat on her mantlepiece for my entire childhood. We had a copy at our house too, and it was such a happy shot. I loved the brightness of that red.
I was probably 12 when another red jumper arrived. Polo-necked and scratchy. I loathed it. it itched. It drove me crazy, and I was grateful for the growing that meant I could leave it behind. I felt quite betrayed by that red jumper. It brought up powerful feelings when I wore it.
Red is a potent colour for me. Nurturing. Strong and soft at the same time. Deep. I love the way a good red absorbs light, shows highlights that vary from blue, to gold and everything in between.
Which is why, in the wool shop, I was drawn to this red. It is beyond bright. Almost orange and very clear. I held a ball in my hand, under a spell, wandering around and looking for a simple, simple pattern that would let the colour vibrate on its own – with no fussiness or competition. Something that would make me feel happy even when it’s folded in a drawer and not on my back. Something that will feed me.
And as I knit, knit, knit I am being fed. Miraculous thing this knitting. Pure meditation… 🙂