Pattern on Ravelry: Hawthorne Ridge
Designer: Ama Marie
Sizes Included: Shawlette: 56″ width x 16″ depth, Shawl: 76″ width x 20″ depth
About the Pattern: I saw these two colorways and thought they begged to be put together for a fall themed piece. I took inspiration from a tree’s bark, branches, and leaves, alternated textured stitches and lace, for a beautiful and romantic crescent shawl and named it after an area within Brown County, Indiana, which is famous for its fall color. I love the size of the full shawl and the way the ends spiral, but the pattern also includes a 1 skein shawlette size for year-round wear.
Last Note: All of my patterns so far have been inspired by the different regions and features of my home state of Indiana.
Pattern on Ravelry: Quiet Ways
Designer: Katie Flora.
Sizes Included: 80″ wingspan x 28″ depth.
About the Pattern: I love things that make me feel, and that’s what I always try to create with my designs: a complex feeling that nothing else can really express. So for me, Quiet Ways was about a feeling of wanting to turn the volume down (I’ve been streaming way too much US political news from down here in Australia), remember the old traditions, walk barefoot on dusty floorboards, watch the fir trees brush against the window in the storm while the fire burned hot beside me. Safety in the storm, I suppose. Once I saw the texture and colour of Brooklyn Tweed’s Loft yarn, I could see the finished shawl. Feeling and material mixed and made Quiet Ways.
The shawl starts with a garter tab cast on, and rapid increases on the edges combine with standard make-ones along the spine to create a wide triangle. The lace border is knit sideways and binds off the body stitches. I added tassels because a) I am not immune to the latest trends, and b) I love how they weigh the ends down a bit and keep them in place when wearing the shawl scarf-fashion.
Last Note: The name Quiet Ways comes from a L. M. Montgomery quote I stumbled upon on Pinterest one day. I’m an Anne tragic, so I have to share:
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea.