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"We live in a web of ideas, a fabric of our own making." - Joseph Chilton Pearce

1/25/19, 11:34 AM

By: Julie Rockefeller

I don't like to  fiction or poetry (especially poetry) from a  translation. I do it, for obvious reasons, but all the while I am aware of not receiving all that the author intended to convey. 

web.jpgThis quote I am using today contains two words that would give a good translator pause: web and fabric.

Merriam-Webster's simple definition of fabric is as follows:

  1. woven or knitted material
  2. the basic structure of something

I am going to leave you to ponder Pearce's meaning on your own -- to consider what web of ideas you are using to weave the fabric of your life --- and get to the point I meant to discuss when I first sat down here to write, before I began looking for inspiration in the words of others:  
                    Knitting is the making of fabric.

This might seem to you an obvious statement, but only fairly recently, after many years of knitting, did I realize that what I have been doing all this time is creating fabric.

Previously I thought about the process in terms of making objects - a sweater, a scarf, a sock, a hat. I chose yarn, followed a pattern, and manufactured  something warm. 

Then one day at a craft fair a browser by said to me, fingering a little dress I had made, "I love this fabric."

 I did, too, love that fabric; it had been a joy to create.

The dress would have been cute made from another yarn, but the fabric I had manufactured was an especially good match for the pattern, and the result was an above average garment that stood out from the others on my table.

After the woman walked away I kept thinking about her smile as she spoke, and her gentle hands.

Suddenly I envisioned yards of that fabric on a bolt, waiting to be cut out and sewn.

I saw that woman choosing it from many other bolts, handing it to me and then asking, "Will you make me something from this?"