When I wrote a couple of weeks ago about my trip out to Arnhem Land and my encounter with the Weavers in that remote region, I was disappointed not to have a photo of the moment when I was knitting while the woman I met was weaving.
I was able to get hold of a photo this week from one of our party and so am happy to be able to show you now what it looked like for a knitter and a weaver to sit together with their work.
I absolutely loved this moment. It was one of those experiences where as it was happening, I had a heightened sense of wanting to really grab hold of it and take in everything about it because there are some moments that are never to be repeated. When was I ever going to find myself again in an incredibly remote setting, in a world utterly unfamiliar to my own, sharing a craft I love with another woman who was sharing hers with me?
Not likely to be repeated any time soon.
Look at all those ends! Look at what her nimble fingers are able to manage, creating tiny stitches amounting to a basket strong enough to carry heavy items over some distance. Fabulous stuff.
I’m just so glad I had the courage to grab my bag and dig out the sock I’d been knitting on the plane. I almost didn’t, feeling too shy for a second but that’s where that ‘I may never do something like this again’ feeling kicked in and I grabbed the chance.
Back in the office, I’m not sure if this notion has been laughed at or admired but I don’t mind at all. I thought it was great.
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On an unrelated note, my sister and I are holding a contest over on our food blog. We’re inviting readers to share their favourite cookbooks in the comments. Up for grabs are two prizes – cookbooks from our own collections that we’ve loved but are happy to pass on now to enthusiastic cooks. You have until Wednesday 22 September to enter and then we’ll do a random draw.