I have decided I need to start from the beginning. I am not clear at all when i began crocheting. I know my grandmother taught me how to Tat, (a lost art) and it is lost on me as well. My step mother made Afghans with broomsticks so maybe it was her? I do know however where my love of yarn began.
I lived in turkey for 2 years. During that time, i visited a village just outside Izmir Turkey. At that village I watched as the fiber was hand processed from sheep to loom. I watched as these artists toiled away on tying knots and creating patterns. Sometimes it can take 3-4 years to complete a carpet. I saw how Turkish carpets are made and it was fabulous. In this CASE it TRULY is “it takes a village”. several people in the village are involved in this process. Each family had their part.
Men would sheer the sheep. Then women would take over. One cleaned the fleece, one carded wool, One spun the yarn, ETC.
The woman on the right, I am sitting next to was responsible for dying and drying the yarn.
Outside of her little hovel were long clothes lines filled with bunches of colorful yarn drying. It was magnificent.
I believe my love of yarn began at that very Moment.
Toodles