A friend recently suggested that I knit with rags. Rags and a pair of big knitting needles. Tearing strips of fabric is satisfying in a rather perverse way, I found. A bit like ripping pages from a book. You have a sneaky suspicion that you shouldn't be doing it. That people would disapprove. "Cut neatly!!" I heard the voice of my Grade 6 needlework teacher. Or her favourite description for my pathetic attempts: "Knoeiwerk!!" (A bit difficult to translate that one - it means "shoddy work", but it sounded so much meaner coming from her lipsticked mouth in a kind of screech. I may add that she wore those 50s style pointy glasses, and she had stiffly lacquered black hair that swooped into two frightening wings on the sides of her face ...)
I still have to make the lining and stitch the whole thing together. But already I love its crude, unneat beauty. HA!!