Dear Diary, I love to play with my wool. Â Folding and bundling wool into beautiful combinations is right up there with hooking the rug for me. I like putting colours together, imagining them in a mat even if it is not my own. Â You can learn so much about wool just from handling it, piling it together in different combinations. Last Saturday, I cleaned the yard a little but was lead back to my studio to play with my wool. I decided I wanted to make bundles so I got right at it, and made three bags full. At the end of the day I was actually physically sore from folding. I did not know it was possible! It is.
Getting lost in mindless playfulness is one of the nicest ways to spend a day. I remember as a kid fixing up a house in our basement to play in. I would use old broken furniture, cardboard boxes and move things around, pick some posies in a jar for the table. I remember my daughter doing a similar thing in our barn. Â In a way making those bundles felt like “playing house” which I played everyday for years when I was a girl. It might not have been the same activity but it had the same feeling. Time passed. I was completely in the moment, lost in thought and ideas. It is a kind of freedom to get lost in your self, and forget yourself at the same time.