1968. Viet Nam. Rolling Stones. Martin Luther King. Bobby Kennedy, Alice's Restaurant. Apollo 8. Spinning. Knitting, Macrame.
Yes indeedy. I once made a macrame thingie that hung on my dorm wall next to a Jefferson Airplane poster:
I wasn't at all fond of macrame, but I loved the colors of this piece, and so it travelled around with me, hanging around on walls while I did other things. When we moved from Maryland to Georgia, I noticed it looked rather scruffy. I removed it from the wall and thoughtlessly asked Roy to toss it out. Which, of course, he didn't do. He still has his grade school report cards.
2010. Iraq. Afghanistan, Rolling Stones (they are still giving concerts!). etc. etc. yadda yadda. Spinning. Knitting. Dyeing. A few months ago, I spotted a gorgeous batt All The Pretty Fibers' store on Etsy. I quickly dropped it into my shopping cart...the lovely colors rang a bell.
Then I asked Roy where that old macrame thingie was. And sure enough...
I will spin one of the batts into a graduated yarn, perhaps to knit either Aeolian or Luiza .
It's amazing that a color scheme I admired 40-odd years ago is still beautiful to me. And even more remarkable that Roy actually found the wall hanging in the basement. Of course, he will never let me forget that he saved it so I could write this blog post. Sigh.
