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How big does one play this game?
How badly does one have to want it?

When does the old get thrown out with nothing to replace?
When is emptiness the better choice?

When does the space become more important
Than all of the accumulated stuff?

 

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Old, beautiful things,
Collected over time,
We call them the
Tools-of-the-trade.
Not found easily
In the marketplace.
Searched, scrubbed,
Rubbed dry,
And oiled.
Purchased with pennies
Spilled from tattered
Pockets.

 

Materials and the embellishments, aptly called findings,
Collected over time, for use in an unknown future
When working with a particular piece, incomplete,
A need is seen by the eyes and soul
Of the one pair of hands.

The maker’s dreams, give forth a knowing, that in time
Things find very specific places, fulfilling the certain need.
A touch of magic then passes through the maker,
Creating a whole and complete picture.
Signature placed with smile.

Yet, life seems shouting for exploration, for more than this!
New territories appear to call out with undecipherable words,
Words nonetheless, speaking to the heart, yearning.
The eyes and soul not yet finished; one pair of hands
Begging to hold things never imagined.

When do I get to pick up my mat and walk?
How long must I wait here?

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

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I want to say
I love you.
And, I’m happy.

I am surrounded by things,
A world created
Long time in the making.

A home.

Dishes and things,
Books, papers, supplies
20 years worth or so.

Of doing.

Now, it is finally
The new year
Of the Horse.

The Chinese lunar year.

The only new year
That really counts
Because it seems so real.

Concrete.

I sense the change.
This is the time
To begin again.

May peace be with you.

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

Here is a little ship
I built it out of love.
Thinking that I was doing
The right thing.

A place of work,
If one could call it that.
A project begins and becomes
With the effort.

The act of making
An art of moving thread, yarn, a piece of cloth
Into its seemingly rightful place.

Transforming one material, and another
In hopes of making something new.
A bright and shining star of a thing!

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Here now is the imagined world
Beyond my wildest dreams
Of how it would turn out.

Filled with the makings of,
And with the first samples
And the last samples.

Tools, trims, findings, fabrics, papers, patterns, books, bundles, ribbons, yarns.
Machines for sewing, machines for knitting, and machines for living.
Art on the walls, and flowers in the small garden – always giving.

 

I wake from my dream,
Asking the question:
Where can I land my ship?

I want the world to see,
For others to come inside,
To learn to use the tools and share the things made.

I want to swim away…
Leaving my little ship
In the good hands of others.
To dream a new dream…

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

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The blues stood next to the whites.
The reds near the browns and golds.
Grey wanted to hog the middle.
Navy gave us some relief.
Lilac wound a path.
Purple made an appearance.
As did black.
Lime green skirted the edge.
Pink pretended not to care.
A small mass of smoky grey laughed!

They let themselves fall
Onto the cream paper.

They let the paper feel their weight.
Paper smiled.

A marching burgundy swirled in
For the capture!

They rested in relief.

The trashcan stood near
Empty, without hope of being included.

It could have been worse
They told themselves.

“We have been saved,” the colors said.
“We have new purpose, we stand together.”

“The woman called us art,” they said.

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

We compare life
To a journey.
“The road of life!”
We are the people,
On the road.

Going somewhere?
Planning something?
Have you a drawing or map?
Goals?
Intentions?
Dreams?

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A decision made
Is thought to be
A twist or turn
A left, perhaps a hard right
A direction
On the road.

That is your life.
Our life.

 

I sometimes like
To let the colors
Come together.
As if I’m not looking.
All in the same color family,
Yet, opposites can work.

Rarely a perfect match.
Always the perfect relationship.
A patchwork!
A reunion!
Chance!

I just happened to be in the right place,
At the right time!

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

When spending time
Putting things that go together
The choice might be very clear.

Tomatoes, onions and garlic with lettuce
Sugar and cream with coffee
Warm apples with butter and cinnamon
Bread with cheese, and a drop of wine.

White socks and black, shiny shoes
A blue fountain pen with sheets of clean paper
Big leather couches with soft knit pillows
A bright rug, bigger than the table, on a dark, wood floor.

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There used to be a sewer’s rule
When picking thread for fabric:
“When in doubt,
Go Darker!” – I still hear the words!

Yet, where is the fun in that?
Where’s the surprise?
Where’s the drama?

Why not play?
Why not look around?
Why choose the obvious?

 

Making a bold statement
Does have consequences, though.
The sewing must be perfect
In order to pull it off!

 

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

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Shooting the close-up shots of my Short Coat with Plaited Fronts
The accident of having my camera at settings too dark,
I saw something that amazed me.

May I please present “My World”.

So clearly I see the connection to all things.
That it slaps me in the face.
How is it that the world shows up as a button?

All I know is, I’m grateful!

Always and forever, your seamstress in Berkeley,
Loretta

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