Once upon a time, I knit two ponchos for a friend. Her friend saw the little ponchos and said “Boy, I’d like some ponchos for my boys.” She asked if I would accept a willow chair she built in a workshop in exchange for my work. “I noticed your front porch is a little bare,” she said.
I gladly accepted because our porch was very bare and the chair fit perfectly. After reclining on it a few times, I decided it needed a pillow; the design came to me in my dreams, sending me downstairs to sketch in the middle of the night.
The first of the ponchos is just about finished. I’m using two strands of laceweight alpaca my mother-in-law bought from a peasant woman spinning in an alley in Potosi, Bolivia; bits of Bolivian debris are spun into the wool adding a touch of the authentic to this rustic yarn; anyone who knows Jen and her boys will appreciate how well this yarn will suit their rustic aesthetic.
While knitting it one afternoon, my eye rested on the leaf pattern on my skirt. When I return to Seattle, I’ll create some brown felt leaf cutouts and embroider the edges to create an embellishment around the bottom of the poncho.
I’m not sure if the end result will end up looking as it does in my imagination, but the process will be fun along the way.