Once upon a time I have a lovely patch of two coloured ivy in my garden. The gardeners found it so good that that built my new garden around it so that it could stay. It even survived the Swiss cold and snowy winters, with their ice and every spring it was a little more, it spread. It must now be at least 8 years.
However, last year I noticed it was no longer as much as it was. There were still some leaves appearing, but not so many.
This is the photo from this year: no leaves and just a tangle to unravel. I always thought that ivy was indestructable, but I suppose the time comes for everyone and everything to retire to the happy hunting grounds. I have decided to unravel this ravelled work of nature and remove it from the garden. It will be replaced with something that no longer twists and twines. There is still an ivy beneath, but not my two coloured ivy, a normal green ivy which grow wild everywhere in my garden.
This prompt reminded me of my mother-in-law. She was the expert at unravelling. She would never throw a knitted pullover away that had served its purpose, but would spend time unravelling it into tidy neat balls of wool. The next step was to take two different colours together and crochet a throw, bed cover, or whatever, with it. She even made patchwork squares and would sew them together.
She showed me how to do it and I let my imagination run wild. I was soon the proud possessor of at least three crochered bed covers from old pullovers and jackets which had been unravelled. I decided to take it a step further and designed a quilt to cover our beds with patchwork squares. Sometimes I might knit them, otherwise crochered covers were easier. Two rows of the same colour mixture and then change for another colour mixture. I soon realised this was nothing new. It seemed to be a Swiss thing amongst grannies and mother-in-laws and nearly everyone I knew had such a crochered quilt.
I suppose it was one of the origines of recycling. As you kept yourself warm with the crochered quilt, you remember the days when you possessed a pullover with the same wool.