Anyone out there having the challenge of choosing their next knitting project? I used to have the conundrum about four times a year, every time I received a new Vogue Knitting in the mail. And, I thought I was inundated with choice, then! Now, with Ravelry, social networking, and independent designers both far and near and accessible to the masses, the choice nowadays really is overwhelming!
I have written about this before, the criteria for choosing the next project (see below). In reviewing my own list, I have come to realize I left something out.
- immediate excitement of pattern or construction of a project
- challenging in some way
- can be paired with existing pieces in current wardrobe
- has a purpose or becomes a focal point
- must be a style that works for me
- original and hopefully not able to be found in a clothing store
Inspiration, I left out inspiration. Somehow, when I am perusing patterns, I notice I am talking to myself. (In teaching “workshop methodologies”, the gurus call it eavesdropping on one’s thinking). I am thinking… does the pattern remind me of something / someone / somewhere? Does it bring back a memory? Is the color / style reminiscent of a garment of long ago? Does it speak to my emotional being in some way? The second I saw the equestrian vest in Vogue Knitting Early Fall 2010 designed by Mari Lynn Patrick, I knew this project would find itself into my wardrobe.
It was 1965 when I was introduced to, what I now call, my heaven. Is this not the cutest picture? I am the “equestrian” in the middle.
A camp. A horse backriding camp that I would return to for the whole of my entire childhood, about one hour away from where I was living, and to the place I feel I learned how to ride horses (the obvious), but also how to grow socially and emotionally. Set in the rolling hills of Western New York, Camp Sprucelands was a haven for making friendships, developing an understanding of animals and their needs, and growing one’s independence. Every summer for years and years, I would return, counting the days till I got there, kicking and screaming going home for the then upcoming school year.
Below, is my first blue ribbon. (first place for you non-equestrian folks)
A camp for the striving equestrian, boys and girls learned how to ride horses, English or Hunt Seat, and to take care of them. We were called horse masters and if we were really lucky, we were invited to be part of such things as drill teams and show teams. That led us to the barns at privileged times such as 4:00 in the mornings (and that is a good thing) and back to the barns in the evenings. Activity centered around such tasks as bathing horses, braiding manes and tails, and saddle soaping leather goods.
Below, circa 1967. Looks like a horse show with my number tied to my waist…
Below: teenager. But, I do wonder where my hard hat is.
Again, in horse show garb…
I was proud to represent the camp at a local County Fair. You can see the horse’s mane braided, below.
So, when I turned to that pattern and saw the beautiful model in her jodhpurs in that barn with her stylish Equestrian Tunic, I knew that would be me… again!
Let inspiration be your guide as you surf the net, explore patterns, and attempt to choose YOUR next masterpiece.