I love oak trees. I love acorns and I love knitting, so the idea of knitting an acorn appealed. I wanted to knit some for our seasons table. A way to celebrate the season through my own creativity. I looked at a few knitting patterns and adapted them. Each time I knitted an acorn, I made it slightly different. They were so quick to knit. After five, I hit on the perfect acorn. So I stopped.
I used moss stitch to knit the cap of the fifth acorn (above) and that seemed to work. Mission accomplished, or so I thought.
I thought it would be fun to photograph them as part of an autumn setting, but it just didn’t work. I took too many photos, in various settings. None of them worked.
After a while it struck me that my acorns would never look right sitting next to anything that Mother Nature provided. I think it is the contrast between the dull, knitted texture compared to the beautiful colours and precision of the flowers and pumpkins. My knitting efforts seem clumsy. Nature completely outshines my effort to emulate it.
See, its much better when I focus on the flower. These acorns are great for playing with and that is their purpose now. The children are pleased. Very pleased. They were fun to knit, but they are heading for the play kitchen and not the seasons table. We have a good collection of real acorns on the seasons table.
Maybe I should just stick to looking at the flowers in future.