My name is Cecilie Oddenes. I´m a dedicated knitter in my early forties. I live in a small town on the west coast of Norway. I share my house with my daughter and an unknown amount of wool. My kind of wool seems to multiply like quicksilver, -drop a skein to the floor and you get 10 in return….. (well… get is maybe an exaggeration….) So I keep on knitting to try to get on top of it, enjoying the process, the texture of the yarn and the endless possibilities in creating new garments.
woolgathering |ˈwoŏlˌgað(ə)ri ng |nounindulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining; absentmindedness : he wanted to be free to indulge his woolgathering.
Gathering of the tufts of wool shed by sheep and caught on bushes.
I chose the name: woolandgathering for several reasons:
1. I am a wool gatherer, and I quite often find myself in an absentminded state of mind when in a creative mood.
2. One of my knitting heroes Elizabeth Zimmermann used the word Woolgathering as heading for her publications.