You have to imagine this: a photo was not appropriate.
I was standing in front of the books table at a rummage sale, contentedly and casually going through the books; the crowd had thinned and it was more relaxing than earlier during the rush. An elderly woman was beside me and we were both absorbed.
The lady behnd the table leaned over and said, "I remember you from last year. How have you been?"
The older woman said she was fine and had just turned 98 and wondered, at times, why she was still around when most of her friends were gone. A lively chat followed and I listened in. Now, the context of why she was "still around" has not stuck in my memory: it was pretty standard fare. What impressed me then, and is with me still, is that a 98-year-old woman was at a rummage sale. I did not have an "amazing!" reaction. I had a "why not!" thought. And when I swivelled my eyes sideways to see what book she was looking through and saw it was an art book on the Tate Gallery - well, neat! Maybe she is planning a trip there.
Given the chance I would have found out; but she got ferried away to another part of the sale and another conversation and I went and picked up my (heavy) bag of Needlepoint magazines from the forties and fifties, being held while I strolled the rest of the books.
Initial experiments with covering the LED display of numbers on the clock radio beside the bed are resulting in more movement while sleeping, a shorter period of time falling asleep, more vivid dream recall.
I am wondering if this is like eliminating the distraction that a television, even a silent one, can cause if left on in a room where people are not actually watching but keep glancing at it.
Also, the fact that we can have our eyes closed but open or close our 'vision' behind those closed lids may be a factor. Nictitating membrane comes to mind; maybe the 'memory' of one.
Sunday I went to the gathering. On Tuesday I rented the piccolo loom from KBN.
It's light and portable (folds up and fits in back seat of car). Here it is warped and ready to go.
Not many minutes have passed ....
It is a lot of fun. The loom is user friendly; friendly is actully a very appropriate term here.
This is the boat shuttle that 'sails' through the shed and across the warp, carrying the weft. In the jars are thrums, the saved bits and pieces resulting from sewing and knitting and other fibre projects. I put them into the shed on top of the warp threads and wove them into the piece.
The first piece completed. It is intended to form the bodice of a vest or tabard. This could change. I also want to make a cover for a pillow and maybe this will be used.
The second length to dance off the loom. Intended for a hat.
And hat it became.
At first the crown was pinned flat. Then an insert was considered. Finally a lenght of strong cord was threaded along the top edge and pulled taut, cupping the head.
A green fleece panel was used to join the two edges together (I used a zig zag stitch) and this gave a bit of give at the back where hats meet the neck.
It feels good to wear. Spring weight, made from the skeins of linen I bought at a garage sale two summers ago (I doubled the yarn to get a denser fabric).
Now I want to weave one for summer, likely on an ivory flax warp, likely using cotton or cotton blend. Maybe with thrums again. And likely sprigs of herbs like rosemary and southernwood and sage. The sprigs of Australian bushmint I wove into the first piece (pos. vest bodice) are drying and releasing their fragrance. A wearable garden is a delight.
Yesterday I strolled View Street which is lined with flowering trees from Cook to Douglas. I thought about plum blossoms and cherry blossoms and Japan.
The trees are a month late blooming this year. Usually you can be casual about a flower walk, see them in bloom while passing in a car and plan to come back in a few days or a week or so and have them still in full bloom.
Not this year.
There is some catching up to do. The blooms were hardly out when the leaves began to appear.
Splendid . Different.
This morning, walking toward town along Fort just past Moss, in light rain, this tree was encountered.
Usually when you sew on a sewing machine the feed dogs are up to pull the material forward and the pressure foot is down to hold the material flat and you guide the stitches in a straight line toward you.
When you put the feed dogs down (it's called "mending mode", I think, in the manual) and attach this kind of pressure foot (which does not flatten the material) you manipulate the fabric and 'draw' with the needle. You move the fabric as you want and the needle and thread 'draw'. The material needs to be kept fairly taut and different effects are achieved by the length of the stitch and the direction you take (sideways, forward, backward - all different!) and the colour(s) of the thread and how fast or slow you move.
I did this awhile ago using window screening (the flexible kind) as the fabric and scented plant clippings which have dried and kept their form. Scribbled with that amazing multi-coloured thread on top and around.
This is one of the 'gathering energy' pieces.
This skirt has been in process for ages. It was a purchase a long time ago when a local store was having a great re-location sale and I bought the (then) dress (too small) for the colour and hemp/cotton fibre content, intending to turn it into something else.
A skirt was decided upon last fall and then the question was how to increase the width. The top of the dress was cut off leaving as much material as possible. Finally, today, enough of that bodice fabric was cut away and then became a panel along one side seam of the skirt and turned to the front.
And I 'drew' on it. Doodled, actually. With the satisfaction which that always brings. Doodling is like day dreaming except you have a pencil in hand. Unless you are using thread.