My mind is on yarn this week as I’ve resumed work on my second novel “Hooked” about a diverse group of crafters aged 7 to 77 (including one ghost) who form a knitting group in a small Irish village. They change their lives and their community in the process.
In one of the chapters the group learn how to use plant dyes to create their own coloured yarn. So it seemed perfect to come across a woolly word, well phrase really, to define this week. Wool that is dyed before it is made into fabric retains its colour better. Hence the expression dyed in the wool – meaning unlikely to change one’s colour, or opinion.
I am a dyed in the wool crafter. I was delighted to spot a sign painted on the gable wall of a shop in Recess, Co. Galway last summer. It read “Beer, books, eggs, marble, wool”. That truly is all one could want to purchase in life!
On the same trip we visited the serenely beautiful Brigit’s Garden near Oughterard, Co. Galway. On this visit there was an art and sculpture exhibition in progress, with visitors being encouraged to vote for a People’s Favourite. Mine was, without a doubt, the witty knitted addition to their stone circle garden. What do you think of it?
Until next time, happy reading, writing, and word fooling,