Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds and the tall fiscus grasses.
We daydream about new handknitted clothing like floral fabric panels sewn to wool vests, embroidered birds on strappy tops, gemstones dangling from the scalloped edge of a capelet. We make these dreams come true, for you.
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 …
Quiet contemplation and contentment. Short days and frosty nights. A coolness of light. The quietness of time spent observing, being aware, noticing the beauty in every tiny moment. I am knitting a sock on tiny needles with rustic 4 ply wool rough against my finger tips. Ice crystals slide down the window glass. Letting all …
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 …
Summer: long days of languid daydreaming
Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds and the tall fiscus grasses.
We daydream about new handknitted clothing like floral fabric panels sewn to wool vests, embroidered birds on strappy tops, gemstones dangling from the scalloped edge of a capelet. We make these dreams come true, for you.
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