I love those moments when fabrications and fabric collide. Here are two points in case. First, this delightful bed; in this rainy weather we have been having I’ve had no trouble at all imagining cuddling up under its pages and having a long nap and read session.
For additional snugglitude how about this knitted poem? I’m pretty chuffed the knitters of the Poetry Society chose one of my favourite Dylan Thomas poems to knit. I also can’t help thinking that these two items would go together really well in a creative loft or nook somewhere.
This is the poem that was knitted in its entirety. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
In My Craft or Sullen Art
By Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art
I was staggered by this findings in this report on the gendering of children’s storybook characters. I am quite relieved that many of my stories buck those trends.
On a happier note, the creator of Wallace and Gromit is making a new stop animation film and it is an adaptation of a well known children’s story that sounds enormously fun. I am especially looking forward to seeing David Tennant playing (in clay form) a love struck young scientist.
