All of the snow we’ve had this winter called to mind the Robert Frost poem “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.” I was inspired to create another “themed” potholder. It’s supposed to be a forest of trees as the snow is falling. Squint, if you need to
I had a bit of a challenge binding it off- the last side popped off of the loom and it started to fall apart. I grabbed a needle and a length of yarn and wove the yarn through the ends of the loops to secure them. It worked so I might do that before I start binding off in the future, since it’s happened more than once!
And here’s the poem (I think I had to memorize it in school one year!):
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I always liked this poem, and I love how you’ve brought it to life physically. Such a cool interpretation!
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My dad used to recite that poem to me as well. It still conjures up a very vivid image! I love the pattern of your pot holder. The colors and long lines of green can be imaginied as tall trees against a snowy background. ( )
At any rate, sounds like a good idea to thread yarn through the loops before taking it off the loom!
Yes, I can see the intended allusion! The green in your design reminds me of evergreens, the golden tan, tree trunks and the whites are big, fluffy flakes of snow.
I love Robert Frost poetry. He’s only second to Poe, to me. That poem is my fav. I quote it often. Strangely, I’ve always had problems remembering the exact wording of these lines:
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Now that I’ve seen your project and read the poem again, I’m going to get those lines memorized this week, once and for all! TFS!
Thank you! Every once in a while, an idea pops into my head, fully formed, but I can’t always turn it into the actual thing. For some reason, I could do it with this potholder and the previous 2. Maybe because they’re a little more abstract? I don’t know, but I am wondering what my next “vision” will be
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