Archives from November 2011
Fibers of Bhutan: Culture, Heritage, Art and Me
When I took my first knitting class last year, I knew good things would happen because I yearned to knit since I was a young child but nobody ever showed me. Between pre-kindergarten and second grade, I gathered scraps of fabric and yarn and morphed them into pillows and characters inside shoebox dioramas. I tried to make sweaters but there's only so much you can do with scotch tape, glue and scraps. Around the same time, I learned about the “Abombable Snowman.” I couldn't pronounce “abominable” and thought the term “yeti” sounded much more pleasing. It was an especially fun word to say fast, “YetiYetiYetiYETI!” My five or six year old self was stubbornly convinced the yeti could sing high pitched melodies; and anybody who thought them menacing or dangerous was suffering from pathetic misunderstanding. I cried on Disney's Matterhorn ride because I wanted to stop and talk (and sing with) the yeti inside that mountain.