Super rustic, gorgeously toothy pure Donegal wool on the cone, bamboo needles, my fingers, what we will make today?
AFTER:
Of course, a dreamy Inner Wild Gathering Bodice
Donegal Wool on the cone, you are so tactile and textured you should be allowed to show off a bit.
Yes, it does mean working in panels.
And things can get a bit messy with long tails of yarn for sewing up.
But – oh, how you make cable straps so pleasing.
Thanks Donegal Wool on the cone. An Inner Wild Gathering Bodice ready to be worn in the forest while collecting sphagnum moss or planting seed potatoes on the machair.
Summer feels on the wane and it has been beautiful. Still the sun shines bright and warm and the clover keeps on blooming. Skylarks tumble and dive, collared doves coo to one another, the calves are frisking about and the lambs are getting big. Sunshiney days of relishing the warm breeze and the salt air, …
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Ah. The cooling wind makes the machair flowers dance in pretty pinks and bright yellow. Bumble bees buzz the red clover. Moths visit at night, painted ladies flutter from flower to flower drinking nectar their butterfly wings move like Geisha fans.
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
Metamorphosis: Rustic Gathering Bodice in Donegal Wool
BEFORE:
Super rustic, gorgeously toothy pure Donegal wool on the cone, bamboo needles, my fingers, what we will make today?
AFTER:
Of course, a dreamy Inner Wild Gathering Bodice
Donegal Wool on the cone, you are so tactile and textured you should be allowed to show off a bit.
Yes, it does mean working in panels.
And things can get a bit messy with long tails of yarn for sewing up.
But – oh, how you make cable straps so pleasing.
Thanks Donegal Wool on the cone. An Inner Wild Gathering Bodice ready to be worn in the forest while collecting sphagnum moss or planting seed potatoes on the machair.
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