I learned to knit as a little girl. Everybody was knitting in Romania maybe because there was not much choice of beautiful pret a porter knitted outfits during that time. Anyway, I knitted a lot and as a young student I had some popularity because some pastel coloured silk and wool pullovers I made ( I was very romantic at that age). After I left Romania and got acquainted to the consumerist society of the West, my knitting faded out. Why waste time when you can buy so many ready made beautiful things? Now , however, I kind of miss it. The long winter days watching the snow falling with a skein of wool in my lap; looking in Burda magazine, one of the few I had access to, for a pattern; the un-doing of a knitting mistake. All these had a kind of peaceful feeling that may determine me to start again.
I got lost in these sweet memories after watching the work of the artist Ragne Kikas. Aren't they stunning?