Here is a post I wrote about the yarn pictured below. The search for the golden fleece is a course in self discovery through fiber. It looks to be a great course!
Topic: Susan Bruck’s module one yard–”I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore” | Fiberygoodness.
Well, it actually was many yards, and I’m not sure what happened to the text and photos, but I will try again.
This yarn was inspired by the time in my life when I was in my early 20′s. I was just finishing law school and then got my first job as an attorney for Legal Aid. I was trying very hard to be good and to do the right thing, but I was trying to do what I thought others expected of me, rather than being true to myself. One ply of the yarn is mostly white, to represent that goodness and purity. I had a handspun wool single that I used as the core for some white manmade fiber–not sure what kind, but it is long and shiny. I also added in some gold net and some red sari fiber–which represents the red silk bow tie I used to wear to look professional. I never could stand wearing that thing. Toward the end of that yarn, I carded a bat with white wool, grey locks, gold net, sari silk and shredded paper. It is meant to represent the unravelling of that part of my life. I had the good luck to lose my job due to budget cuts and then I decided it was time to become an artist. I did both of those things for a while, and then became a mom and then a teacher, letting the law go when my first daughter was born. Anyhow, the other ply is a dark blue single with clumps of colored wool spun into it–bits of wool leftover from other projects. This represents my shadow side, the part of me that was hidden away from myself, but kept trying to bust out. It starts out just with the dark wool and then gets wilder and wilder as the yarn goes along.
I also wanted to put in a poem that I wrote at the end of this period of time. I had never tried to incorporate words into yarn before. I finally decided to write the poem out on little strips of blue cloth, one line on each strip. I tied these strips onto the finished yarn and then sewed them in, adding a glass crystal and a little hammer charm. Here is the poem:
I built myself a little house
To live away my life in;
But when I tried to step inside,
I found I didn’t fit in.
So I took a little hammer
And I pounded on my head,
To see if I could cubify,
To fit my little bed.
I pounded and I pounded,
But still I didn’t fit,
I needed a place to live in,
But I knew this wasn’t it.
So I threw away the hammer,
And the box melted away;
Then I stepped into the world of color and light,
And that’s where I live today.
This was a fun and challenging exercise! Thanks