There is something so alluring about a veil. It whispers “come see”, and yet begs not to be lifted, for it seems far more beautiful this way, even with someone or something sacred and perhaps unimaginably beautiful beneath. A veil plays with our imagination, and a veil of fine lace heightens a simmering anticipation even more.
A hand knitted shawl of old is a priceless garment of any wardrobe . . .
I like to think about the old days how knitting a fully covering lace shawl would provide entertainment in an otherwise bleak and isolated life of one of the windswept islands of Shetland. The kind of shawl that veils a woman completely, yet can be passed through a wedding ring, is the mark of excellency. What privilege to be determined enough to knit a thing like this, for then one spun the yarn so fine and endless, what a bittersweet end when it comes off the needles, and one must go back to the sheep to start all over again.
Perhaps the most enjoyment in the steadfast driving rhythm of knitting lace, with hands and eyes bound to every stitch, comes from freeing a mind to ponder elsewhere.
seems like such hard hard work. Oh my goodness!
Right, but so enjoyable and satisfying I bet. xx
Imagine knitting your own veil (and wedding dress?!). Beautiful work.
Yes, just imagine! 😉 xx
Another awesome post, beautiful and thought-provoking. Even though I am not even a knitter, I love your blog. I have nominated you for a Sunshine Blogger Award. I am grateful for your work here, and hope others will discover it as well! 🙂
What an utterly nice thing to say ~~ Thank you ! xx