I have always loved colours and textures.
When I first started knitting, I loved those fun and funky sweaters Cliff Huxtables for the Cosby Show wore.
When I was doing quilting, crazy patchwork intrigued me.
When I was stamping, collages mesmerised me.
When I started knitting and crocheting again, I had affairs with patterns with scrap yarn like the sock blanket pattern -
or Moorish Mosaic Afghan in my previous post while I knitted the lace and the sweaters.
Plain coloured yarn bore me, I adore ribbons and slubs.
But it is a gradual process. It takes confidence and courage to break out of the grain and I struggled with whether a piece needs more embellishment, whether that fringe in that yarn is too much or whether that colour looks off.
Most of all I struggle with whether anyone else will want to have that thing as a bag, wallhanging or something they can abide being near with.
I suppose a true artist would not care.
Last year, I had the great opportunity to take a class with Prudence Mapstone and was challenged in the most artistic core of myself (which is not that deep and not that talented). And so I present to you my scrumble beginnings.
How it all looks put together - well that is another creative process. Here's an idea:-
