A while ago I fell in love with these beautiful colorblock blankets, a design from the Purl bee blog. Admiring these blankets definitely influenced me to give knitting a try: such a simple design, but with good wool and beautiful color combinations (and a large dedication of time!) it really becomes something special.
I haven't started making a blanket yet, but I started knitting a new rainbow colorblock scarf that is influenced by these blankets, a very big and cosy one in beautiful wool.
I've been working on it for about a week now, and I think I'm at one third or so, so still a lot to go! But I really enjoy the hours of late night knitting, it feels almost meditative. It's kind of weird: whenever people hear about my newfound love for knitting they start laughing, like it's something totally crazy (or at least very boring) to do. I'm sure they wouldn't act as surprised if I told them I was taking classes in mindfulness, staring at the orange that I was peeling for like an hour ;).
Funny isn't it that different crafts have like a different 'status': a beautiful colorblock image on canvas could be considered art, but if you'd knit a similar colorblock image it's just knitting, an old lady's thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to suggest here that my knitting is art ;). Just wondering why a lot of people react so strongly when they hear that you'r knitting... Of course it must have something to do with this 'knitting is for housewives' image, that probably doesn't add to a craft's status. I'm sure feminist scientific theory has something to say about it!
Of course I immediately started on this new scarf when my beautiful new wool arrived, leaving the first messy practice scarf a bit neglected. But once I have time in abundance again (oh, tell me when! ;)) of course I'm going to finish that one too...