Well, just as I was getting used to sitting on the sofa looking at Ikea kitchens online and grumbling about the “consumer society” approach to buying things for new babies, I was nicely brought back to weaving by a lady from Australia – I never thought when I first made a set of place mats for my mum from balls of hand dyed crochét cotton and mop string that they would travel so far!
Anyway, I set to work on Friday afternoon (yep, that would be “Friday weaving” again), and on the way home from my proper paid job I decided to get some more mop cotton for the weft (filler), just to make sure I had enough for the job. Finding mop cotton in August in Barcelona is no easy task! But eventually I found a little old merceria that opened in the afternoons who brought me out of brown box of balls of cotton and I was all set.
Lots of babies! Today I spoke to some friends in Malaysia, and discovered that they are also expecting a baby! What’s kind of interesting about all this is that we’re all somewhere between 16 – 20 weeks pregnant and we’ve all only just fessed up in the past couple of weeks.
As well as Nula’s baby bedroom kit I’ve also been thinking of weaving a ribbon cot quilt…my sister got me onto that idea again – I wove one several years ago for friends and am now wondering about the merits of making some more. Although there is plenty of time left, I recall it was quite an arduous task, so I might have to get my thinking cap on.
Ok, Over to this week’s labours – more place mats. I found another colour forecast for interiors summer 2008 – this time with very rich warm colours, vivid reds, cerises, blue, yellow and shades of green. “Sophisticated Lego” could be a tag for it (if such a colour scheme exists!) – I’ve put the placemats on Etsy and “My Etsy Weaves”
Well, after what seems like “my year of wool” (in fact it was only 4 months!), I knew I’d be heading for a reaction, and it came in the form of linen last weekend. Out with the winter wool, and in with the spring linen.
I wanted to do something relatively quick and satisfying, so I put on a shortish warp of pure linen, and the results are now on Etsy – 3 pure linen and 5 cotton and linen wash mitts. They really feel beautiful, the mix of linen and honeycomb weave gives a lovely texture, while the cotton ones have a gorgeous warmth to them.
I’ve pointed out to my husband that there’s not a bit of “green” in sight!
The truth is, I used to hate weaving with linen, but I learnt by trial and error that so long as the linen warp has at least 2 ply and a good twist, it can be as fine as sewing thread and it will not break. A little patience with the tension and a big damp tea towel draped across the shed and you can handweave metres without one flaw. Nothing like learning the hard way to get the gist of something!
My husband has just been commenting on the prevalence of green in my recent designs (scarves both on and off the loom)…mmm, this is true. But what can I say – “Green” is like air (as far as I’m concerned)! How do you exist without “GREEN”??? (Besides, green’s in the colour forecasts for autumn / winter 2008/2009 so I’ve got a good excuse as far as I’m concerned).
It’s not that I get around to doing the ironing more than once every 2 months anyway, but I’ve currently got the “Leaning Tower of Ironing” hiding in the wardrobe and after receiving a small commission on Friday evening, it’s probably going to need to be rewashed before it gets anywhere close to an iron.
So, my wee commission.
I’ve been asked to make a scarf for a lady in Ireland who is about to turn 70 and has a preference for shades of green and brown (earthly, mossy colours). I’ve spent this morning rooting through kilos of home-dyed cotton and my diminishing hoard of raw silk. The resulting hues look like “The Mournes in Yarn”, (or Cooley), but as that’s where this lady hails from, I think it will be fine.
See what I mean?!
These were taken last October, from the top of the Flagstaff, looking out onto Carlingford Lough. On the left of the lough you see the Mountains of Mourne, and on the right you see the tip of the Cooley Peninsula