It's exactly like what happened when that Brad Pitt character started doing the fly fishing in his own special poetic rhythm in A River Runs Through It.
I've been making these rugs. I know you've heard me talk about them. I've been making even more of them than you know about. (Sorry: sometimes I just can't even stop to snap a quick pic of them before I drive excitedly to a friend's house to hand them over as for-no-good-reason presents.)
And while I've been messing with color, the basic old-school design has remained. And I haven't thought much of it.
But theeeeeeennnnnnn I ended up trying to blend this really sort of dour-ish gray blue with this killer vintage-but-more-muted-than-that gold, and the thing looked trapped. I took it apart. My smart pal told me, "more white," and so I went back at it.
And this time I found a new rhythm. I got all jiggy with the pattern. And I looovvveeee it.
Had to tell you.
Plan to see more of these. The rug is such a swell form. So forgivable and so expressive. And so cheap. It's the trifecta of arts.
So that's what I wanted to tell you. And also: watch for my upcoming "How Not to Hate Christmas" video, slated to show up on 11/30 over on SewMamaSew (where their Handmade Holidays are currently helping all of us prepare for the realities that December means for those of us who make things and haven't set up a Santa Account to buy new walkmans ipods for everybody we know.)
And yeah, the book is still for sale. And it's still making me happy to have people walk up to me and tell me how they're finishing knitted vests they started 6 years ago and stuff like that. High Five, Everyone. We're doing it: making time to make.