Next up in the F / W Collection is a brand-new accessory pattern: the Wayward mitts. As with the other items in the collection, it will be available for download this Friday, November 13th.
Growing up, family was anyone you chose to give your heart to, and I can think of no better example than my grandma Margaret. Born in the 1920s and raised in New Mexico, Margaret worked as a computer at Los Alamos during the war, and met my mother when they both worked in the aerospace industry in the late 1980s.
Sleepovers at Margaret's apartment were a fixture of my childhood weekends. Although I was too young to understand the significance of an unmarried woman working in technology in the mid-twentieth century, I always gravitated towards the material artifacts of her long and adventurous life: a painting of the mesa; a clock made from a piece of petrified wood; ceramics of turquoise and gold and speckled earth.
It was not New Mexico that I fell in love with from these objects; it was New Mexico through Margaret's eyes. The moment when the sun goes down and night begins to settle in over the desert, the sky fading from cerulean to a blue so deep it nearly blots out the stars. The black mountains in the distance, cupping the valley in darkness. The little square windows of the houses illuminated, the activity of the people inside framed as if in miniature: who cooks with an old iron pot, who wears sheepskin slippers, who drinks coffee thick with grounds.
And so, Wayward is like one of those small windows to me: a mountain in twilight, a sketch of a place done from memory. To follow this thread of taking inspiration from women dear to me, I drew the name and color choices from the work of my friend Kat of The Wayward Knitter, whose beautifully earthbound color sense constantly surprises and delights me.
And with that - happy
Wednesday Tuesday, friends. (ETA: Hee hee! Can you tell I'm tired? I don't even know what day it is.)
Model & Styling: Nicole Hood
Designer, Photographer & Styling: Cory Ellen Boberg