Waves seem to be a recurring image for me these days, in my knitting and in my writing. Water is equal to time in my novel, and my character is sometimes stuck, standing atop Icelandic glaciers or sitting deep in snow. Sometimes time flows too freely and takes her a thousand years away.
A repetitive motif in a cowl could never capture something awesome like the ocean, but it could hopefully conjure that feeling of something lapping and going away.
I've been making wave-like designs lately, with gentle curves and twists and riffles. This one, the Mica Cowl, is from many months ago, long before there was a novel in my life. But today it's sculptural waves make even more sense to me than ever, so I brought it out and photographed it, trying to capture the three-dimensional quality.
Or maybe a rocky stream bank at least? It's kind of scraggy looking when it's hung on the wall.
It' s one of the very few of my designs that I actually wear. Here it is, beside an Icelandic river much like one in my book. My expression recalls how disoriented I was. It was always light out, and I was losing track of what day it was. At times, I felt as old ast the Viking house, but too inspired to care.
Oh, it's the Mica Cowl, originally publised in Knitcircus. Thanks, Knitcircus!