Sunday, April 13, 2014
the avocado/onion peel dye turned out surprisingly pale (not to say drab) and I decided to spruce it up with a print; the cloth was still damp after washing and as the piece was too wide to fit through the press I folded it over twice, hence the faded print next to the crisp print in the middle:
The cow parsley/sorrel dye resulted in a very pale yellowy-beige and the spots were still too dominant I felt, so I again opted for a print to jazz it up, on the left a darker surround, on the right again the print has 'leaked' through onto the folded fabric, it was only afterwards did I think to tear the fabric in half, duh; all the bird prints were freshly pressed onto the fabric (as in: no folding over, and the cloth was dry)
note: I used commercial textile paints for all of the prints, these were fixed by ironing.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
like make a rickety table out of hazel wood and part of a zinc gutter, partly screwed and then tied together with string the husband found in a field; I do so enjoy working with my hands outdoors
it can also be used for dyeing experiments!
it can also be used for dyeing experiments!
|moving on to other dyeing pots: above the first cow parsley/sorrel dye of 2014 with rust-rainwater added, below the bundle in yesterday's avocado/onion peel dye, one more day and then I will allow myself to check the results|
|husband's excellent find|
Friday, April 11, 2014
last week's beautiful flowers are fading rapidly, look how the reddish pink has turned to stripes; never one to pass up on a dyeing experiment, I have gathered the petals and wrapped them up in a soy-mordanted piece of cotton I happened to have prepared (!) it has gone into an avocado-onion-peel-dye (leftovers form yesterday's salad) will check on it Sunday; meanwhile after pottering about in kitchen and in front of the computer with several cups of coffee I finally ventured out and went for a long walk all by myself - it still can feel awkward getting started without Tungsten - in the pics below you can see where I came from on the left, behind the tree line; on the right where I'm heading along a path that runs through the golf course and is a public footpath, towards the nearby village of Spijk; I met a lady on said path, who was blowing her whistle with a passion as her dog, a black labrador, had fled off in pursuit of a hare (which we all know is a futile attempt, but lots of fun for the dog, I'm not so sure the hare sees it the same way) she was running wild on the golf course which is not as it should be, eventually the dog heard the whistle and swam across the water to return to her owner, a very good dog indeed! The lady explained to me she had found her on a site for labs-looking-for-new-homes, which sounds very promising in our own dog-quest, I will discuss this with the family as soon as we all manage to be home at the same moment in time
on my way back I encountered two delightful companions, who accompanied me all the way home; the walk didn't turn out quite as lonely as I had imagined it would bep.s. they have decided to stay for a while, hurray
Sunday, April 6, 2014
we visited a friend where M. held this tiny chick, his?her? mother was no longer interested in it and our friend led it to another hen who had already adopted four other chicks, we were on tenterhooks: would she accept it? he crept towards her and just manoeuvred itself under her wings, amidst the others, MotherHen spread her wings over all of them Yes!
|and then on our way back home we found this unfortunate bird, smothered by car wheels.....|
|long cloth with lots of stitches|
|really nice old fashioned basket came along with M.|
|at last the start of a new cloth: an owl|
|two new inhabitants: mother goose and chick, I am very glad they came together as I have no idea what the chick needs at this point in her life; it's nice to have a mother close by when you're this small.|
an attempt at making a goose print, smudgy results, things don't always go the way you expect them to.....
Sunday, March 30, 2014
the obvious difference between this boy and his mother: he immediately climbs onto the tree and I stand watching and hadn't even considered clambering up, I take pictures; I also measured the length of the tree by taking big steps along side it: 28 plus the stump-left-standing I'ld guess at 30plus metres.
on our walk back I asked him what he thought of my work on the Project and all the stories of the beings dwelling there (the reason I popped the question was because my Danish family wondered what my boys thought of me and my fanatastic world? I'll have to ask them I said, but I think they're just used to me and what I do)
K. answered: well, mother at least you are able to express yourself with all this creating and I think that is a good thing.
I just had to smile
|house with verandah-in-winter-mode i.e. enclosed, as the trees are still very naked you can see all the way to the back of the garden, where the dike forms a 'natural' border; below the plum blossom, I wish you could smell it's sweet fragrance|