Weaving

[gallery link="file" columns="4"] I couldn’t decide whether the title should be: and pounds to gain . . . and orifices to stuff . . . and carcasses to brine . . . Needless to say, I am a wee bit of a Holiday - a

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] I just got the crackle upholstery fabric off the loom. It needs to be measured, examined for errors and washed. Then I have to learn how to upholster - yikes! Once again, the Master Weaver Certification process has forced

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] I have to blog about something that is always on/in my mind but was brought to the surface by this last mohair project - the creative process. In weaving, calculation, consistency and control are areas that elude me.

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] What is it with me and pelts. I seem to be creating another one. I have this feeling that weaving is somehow encoded in my DNA, that humans have evolved to be connected to textiles, but now I

[gallery link="file"] This shawl, which I just mailed off to my mother as a gift for her mother’s best friend (did you get that?) was one of the first things I wove for my Master Weaver Certificate. It has been at

[gallery link="file"] I just ironed and basted the hems of “Dotty” today before heading down to the New England Fiber Festival at the Big E Fairgrounds. Having been in the world of charcoal & black for the last few days it

[gallery link="file" columns="4"] I am working on the Dotty blanket and threading a loom for my crackle upholstery fabric, but I am contemplating the “linen singles” pillow tops. Fabric? Closures? Flanges? etc. These are all decisions that I need to make.

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] Just days before Halloween I am really spooked. Not by the painted and mustachioed mannequin head mounted on my dress form (youngest son’s WIP costume), but by the LOADS of snow currently falling and weighing down all my

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] I just sent the sample for “Dotty” to my niece. It is Summer & Winter on the same threading as the Bee Blanket and the Little Houses Blanket. The tie up/treadling is simplified into the ”brick” style of

[gallery link="file"] I know it is a bad pun, but since entering the realm of the “middle-aged woman” and trying to control my temper/ature, insomnia, etc. by, as Sandra Tsing Loh puts it, having NO FUN - meaning no alcohol, no

[gallery link="file"] After recovering from Sheepy Wool - i.e. digging out from “the kids have been home alone all weekend.” And just so no one panics, by “kids” I mean my 21-year-old daughter and my 11-year-old son. They were responsible, as

[gallery link="file"] I spent the weekend with my good friend and dyer extraordinaire, Gail Callahan, at the NY State Sheep & Wool Fair (called Sheepy Wool by my kids when they were little). We had a wonderful weekend - dramatic, windy