tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post3678881512137131698..comments2023-09-27T01:23:35.214-07:00Comments on Knitting Linguist - The Year of the Magpie: PicturesKnitting Linguisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06289230533275408343noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-91287249457725004112008-06-18T07:51:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:51:00.000-07:00Those baskets are making me cry now.Those baskets are making me cry now.Alwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03200150883889857882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-20525202717640496322008-06-12T15:07:00.000-07:002008-06-12T15:07:00.000-07:00Thank you for the pictures of baskets; I particula...Thank you for the pictures of baskets; I particularly liked the spirally one.<BR/>I know what you mean about museums - my husband and I were visiting a museum which housed a barrel organ meticulously restored to playing condition. We were allowed to listen to a recording of it playing, but it is now "never played, in case it gets damaged". Why, then, was it restored to playing condition? Surely it should be played even if only once a year?<BR/>Also, I share the dismay of any knitter whose hand-made gift has been greeted with "It's so beautiful - I'll never wear it, I'd rather frame it and hang it on the wall." Bah!Samanthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13644176499519736524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-47313918788514442152008-06-12T14:46:00.000-07:002008-06-12T14:46:00.000-07:00Wow.Wow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-9951885568564114612008-06-12T12:08:00.000-07:002008-06-12T12:08:00.000-07:00Oh dear. Dead baskets. (Mercury and Pesticides?!...Oh dear. Dead baskets. (Mercury and Pesticides?!!) Beautiful, stunning work. Now I want to cry, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-38020784704061515462008-06-12T05:11:00.000-07:002008-06-12T05:11:00.000-07:00Lucky you, to see those tiny works of art. At lea...Lucky you, to see those tiny works of art. At least they are somewhere safe and cool.Mary Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05588244535423212079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-48759728811535903852008-06-11T21:29:00.000-07:002008-06-11T21:29:00.000-07:00Beautiful. I can't believe those tiny little baske...Beautiful. I can't believe those tiny little baskets! I agree that it's sad not to see them being used, but at the same time, I'm glad that they are being kept safe. If people were to stop knitting, I think I'd want a shawl or two kept in mothballs, a sort of time-capsule to ensure that the craft continues into the future. Museums always seem sad to me, because things that were once part of life are now left behind. Still, I'm glad they're there.EGunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12941668303286640744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-87457149050892876282008-06-11T18:41:00.000-07:002008-06-11T18:41:00.000-07:00Stunning, just stunning. And I see visions of cir...Stunning, just stunning. And I see visions of circular yokes.<BR/><BR/>It is astounding to see so many tucked away from sight. I suppose I should be happy they are being preserved for future study, but it does seem kind of like a mausoleum for crafted beauty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105432749747104284.post-82572491405223038312008-06-11T18:00:00.000-07:002008-06-11T18:00:00.000-07:00Klamath? One of my dissertation texts was In the L...Klamath? One of my dissertation texts was In the Land of the Grasshopper Song. Do you know it?Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06025212419444729424noreply@blogger.com