I'm back home on Islay this week and as usual this includes a mandatory trip to re-jig, a recycling centre full of second hand everything. This trip saw us walk away with a hat, some balls of wool, 4 mugs and 3 gate bracket hinges. But it's the balls of wool I wanted to talk about.
I am a terrible knitter. I drop stitches, I create new ones and I tie knots in the wool to change colour, but despite it all, I enjoy the process. This time i'm attempting to make a snood and started with stripes of the different colours in what I thought was a random fashion.
I'm always amazed about the way that ideas and inspiration can quietly sneek their way into your mind and then the work. I've never really been one to sit down, design a piece of jewellery or start a drawing with a clear idea of how it will turn out, prefering instead to let instinct guide me and often it's only afterwards that I can see exactly what it was that inspired me.
Sanaigmore Bay, Isle of Islay
