Monday, November 16, 2015

Golden Sunlight, Last Leaves

Scarf Number Three,  5 Fold M's and O's. Same threading, different tie-up, different weft. The colors really mirror what's happening outside.

Salon Finished Warp

This yarn has been to the beauty parlor. I had plain chocolate brown in the stash that was a little flat and boring, so I discharge-dyed it for highlights, then wound it together with some hand-painted brown yarn.

It's a very long warp, so I've been playing with Marguerite Davison's 5 Fold M's and O's draft, which has a nice variety of weaves on one threading. Here are the first two:

My hand-spun Polworth/silk singles has a kind of 70s vibe that really appeals to my sense of nostalgia. The huck scarf in the top photo has not had it's bath yet, but the bottom photo shows how the first scarf bloomed and softened in the finishing process.  I can't wait to weave the next couple of scarves on this warp. They're each a little different.


I've been weaving loads of samples on the eight-shaft loom I purchased in late summer. It came with a learning curve. My feet are finally getting to know which treadles are which, and I am learning to beat with a lighter beat than on the larger four-shaft loom. Interestingly, my selvages are awful on this loom, while they are completely fine on the other. So, lots of practice in my future.


And I've had a beautiful season of just living my life. I haven't really felt like blogging as much as I've felt like weaving and taking walks around the neighborhood. There is so much inspiration outside. The leaves have been spectacular and I've actually moved my finishing work from the dining room table to the kitchen table so that I can watch the trees outside my window while I twist fringe. We had a garage sale a couple of weeks ago (an exercise I will never repeat!) and I enjoyed two days just sitting in the sunny driveway, knitting a new cardigan between visits from potential customers. 

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Visit with Mom

My spinning wheel and I just spent a week visiting my mother, who makes beautiful beaded jewelry. Because of some mobility issues, she has her beading studio set up in the den. You could, as she says, open a bead shop from what's in her carpet. In spite of this, we made our way to the bead shop twice in two days, and discussed (but rejected) going a third time.

So she beaded and I spun yarn, and we chit-chatted and watched "Shark Tank." We also worked just a little bit on a children's cookbook that we've been planning for awhile. I brought along three scarves that need to have their fringes twisted, but I didn't have much of a chance to work on them, since I had to set my twisting station up at the dining room table, and I really wanted to spend the time with Mom in the "studio." I was productive, though, filling several bobbins with hand-dyed singles for weaving.

And now I'm back home and still don't have time to fringe. I was going to do it this afternoon, but after popping a chicken in the oven, there was a small grease fire. I doubt anyone would want to wear a scarf that smelled like smoking chicken fat.

Perhaps I'll fringe on Wednesday.