Sunday, 31 August 2014

autumn colours

'something bigger' turned out into something-similar-but-slightly-smaller; as seen in pic above on the right - it has already found a new home, a thanks-for-dinner present; in the images below you might get a sense of scale

Saturday, 30 August 2014


warp: nettle dyed goats' wool; weft: grey silk & onion dyed cotton & same goats' wool
such a small weave, but somehow I feel as if this is going to evolve into something bigger

Friday, 29 August 2014

what I wear

 after a delightful afternoon spent with birthday girlfriend M plus her guests at Fort Vuren, I walked back to my car on the dike along the river Waal
 I cannot wear white, 'cos whenever I do the item of clothing worn will become dirty within minutes: I spill coffee and/or tea, smear the chocolate coated fingers on piece of clothing (this will only happen when wearing white) accidentally brush against the dust covered car door; when my husband is cooking and I happen to venture into the kitchen, the spattering oil will only spatter on me; I once sat in a garden chair and moved it to a sunnier spot - wearing a pair of white linen trousers for the first time - and out of one of the chair's tubes rusty rain water leaked straight onto the trousers, the stain was permanent; if none of the above has occurred the dog will inevitably jump up at me with muddy paws; so I avoid wearing white, but as I do receive bags full of clothing through various channels and some of the items are white and nice, as in, I would like to wear them, I decided to start dyeing the white pieces and either leave them as they are if they fit properly or modify to suit me; a white piece has become the perfect piece as it is literally a blank canvas for me to work on
a hoodie, dyed, no further modifications

long sleeved t-shirt with bird dye result has gone into the dip a second time to enhance the bottom part: much better

tiny weaves on silk shirt I've turned into something I can wear; the tiniest hole I didn't bother to cover, I just stitched running stitch up and down, left-to-right; on a larger hole I did weave the warp/weft where the hole was and onto the third largest hole I added a tiny square of fabric and sewed it with a kind of weave-look 

cream coloured silk shirt size L, bought at Kringloop specifically for Boro class with Jude, dyed with black bean dye, cut sleeves off and turned back and front inside-out because of better markings on the inside, made the whole smaller; patched up small holes with weaves; sewed on two long strips so I could tie it around the hips/waist, added cotton cuffs; along all edges many tiny stitches

 India Flint's Eco Color pointed me in this direction, what I have loved most of all in that book was the fact that the end result didn't have to look finished to be finished; I have gone on to buy another of her books Second Skin, which I'm only starting to discover

Monday, 25 August 2014

pensive mood

 bird's head popped up in dye!

yesterday was bright and sunny, today by contrast wet and grey; went for a walk on both days, of course we did, Django desires a swim and I crave the exercise, we both need something, might as well share the walk; my brother dropped by for lunch, that was nice; normally I would be working on the Monday, but I have a week off, so do the boys, or should I say it's their last week of the Summer holidays; my plan is to get them sorted and ready for school, insofar as they need me to or offer permission to meddle in their and when did this happen? time is a fleeting nothingness, their faces and bodies show me proof of lives evolving and how suddenly we've slipped into the future, how odd I hadn't noticed it was happening all around me all the time
they're turning into young men whilst I am becoming an old woman, trapped in my aging skin; however gawky they might at times still be, they possess the innate beauty of youth, completely unaware of their impact on older generations, living in the moment as they tend to do; forging their own paths, hiking along a new trail with tentative steps, becoming bolder each day, until they're moving ever faster and you feel like they're running away from you; but they're not, as they're running towards their own future

it's as it should be, and so it must be right, but it does make me feel a tad melancholy

Saturday, 23 August 2014

a day out

went shopping in Dordrecht this afternoon, our youngest needed new clothes , a pair of shoes and some fresh air away from the computer; Dordrecht's about half an hour's drive from us, a town I hardly know - I have 'reported' on earlier visits there to Villa Augustus - but I have never actually spent time walking in the town center, which luckily for me, is dotted with lots of lovely small shops, boasts several picturesque canals and is situated along a wide river, offering stunning views and adding a touch of grandeur to this provincial town

parking lot view, pretty amazing; below we have entered the garden of Villa Augustus, a place I keep returning to as it has so much to offer

there he goes casually holding the world in his hands
we leave the garden through this majestic gate; back home 'tis weaving that keeps me busy; this time a Shadow Dog - the black figure on the right - with four balls on the left to play with

 OldBirdKing's loyal friend Shadow Dog has been eaten for the most part that is, by our studio snail; this has saddened the old King and so I decided I would weave a small wrap for him, reminding him of his faithful companion, keeping him warm as Autumn with it's evening chill draws nearer

 he poses ever so patiently; doesn't he look remarkably healthy? I like to think so; below a small red&white rug for the kitchen, made with butcher's twine, a little bit of fun