a knitting festival – how could I resist? and so went thursday, teasing out the limbs of a tangle of blueness in the the undercroft at farnham maltings: unfurling the blue jumper in all its glory, ready for ‘unravel – a festival of knitting’
i have always loved knitting and its accoutrements …. but those at this festival really love knitting (and crochet, and weaving, and felting, and dying, and spinning, and yarn-stashing).
which meant that there was little of the bemusement that often greets the blue jumper, and more an immediate, visceral, understanding of its layers of meaning, the nuance it holds, and its strange, almost other-wordly power. the first hour was filled with promises to return post the serious shopping – then the knitters arrived: a steady stream all afternoon of those keen to sit down, parade the glorious contents of the numerous bags, precursors of astounding garments of the future, and add to the jumper in a ways that extolled the virtuosity present at the festival.