Echo echo
echo
The other night I was in a church hall that has one of the
worst cases of echo I have ever experienced. I’m sure the ringing in my ears had
nothing to do with the fifteen screaming 9-11 year olds in the room! Nope. Literally
had to escape a couple of times and let my ears calm down.
Which brings me to the other meaning of echoing, something
that’s used in craft/art pursuits such as quilting and hooking. Probably others as
well that I’m not well versed in.
I know that some people are not fans of echoing in rug
hooking, but it’s a personal favourite of mine. I don’t answer to the rug
hooking police….you know who you are. Or actually maybe you don’t. You may not
realize that you get all judge-y with other people’s work. In my world there is
no “right” way to do things. Perhaps there are techniques that serve to
accomplish certain desired (to some) outcomes but I don’t worry about those.
So back to the echo. I fancy an echo in hooking, yes I do. If you’re not sure what I mean by echoing, it’s when a strong line or key element is followed exactly and repeatedly with the next row of hooking.
In one piece I completed several years ago, I made Echoing a
major element of the piece instead of a subtle means of filling in the
background. That’s just how I roll.
Actually I’m not usually a rule breaker in
life. Getting in trouble troubled me deeply as a child. Being sent to the
principal’s office was my greatest dread. Now I feel like more of a rebel to
know that in this one small way I’m a bad ass.
A bad ass who’s ears can’t handle the screaming of fifteen kids
in an echo-y room.
Today's post is courtesy of the letter E and the A to Z Blogging Challenge. Which I'm not officially part of because I tried to sign up too late, but I'm still participating. Bad ass again. Did you see that?
