Tuesday I spent a delightful morning being a photo model. This came about via the power of the Internet. A freelance photographer put a notice on Craig’s List that she needed to take pictures of weavers for upcoming submissions to a farming magazine. A friend forwarded her notice to me, and viola! A complete stranger brings several thousand dollars worth of photo gear to my house and spends the morning figuring out how to light a double-back-beam Baby Wolf loom. [img_assist|nid=22|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] This was not a paid gig (other than a free 4×6 print of the “good” shots.) But I thought it worthwhile because I’d like there to be more visibility of weaving in the media. It excites me that a farming magazine is calling for images of people weaving. How cool is that? I then turned the tables on her by snapping her picture (photographers find this disconcerting) and asking if I could blog about the experience. The talented and friendly Janet Horton said yes. [img_assist|nid=21|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] What was amazing was that with the right lighting, even my point-and-shoot camera could take a darn fine picture. My loom has never looked so good! I sure wish I’d had those lights when I was photographing all those items for the WeaveCast fundraising auction… [img_assist|nid=12|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] No pictures of me on this post. Janet is going to take the best images and “Photoshop” tTuesday I spent a delightful morning being a photo model. This came about via the power of the Internet. A freelance photographer put a notice on Craig’s List that she needed to take pictures of weavers for upcoming submissions to a farming magazine. A friend forwarded her notice to me, and viola! A complete stranger brings several thousand dollars worth of photo gear to my house and spends the morning figuring out how to light a double-back-beam Baby Wolf loom. [img_assist|nid=22|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] This was not a paid gig (other than a free 4×6 print of the “good” shots.) But I thought it worthwhile because I’d like there to be more visibility of weaving in the media. It excites me that a farming magazine is calling for images of people weaving. How cool is that? I then turned the tables on her by snapping her picture (photographers find this disconcerting) and asking if I could blog about the experience. The talented and friendly Janet Horton said yes. [img_assist|nid=21|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] What was amazing was that with the right lighting, even my point-and-shoot camera could take a darn fine picture. My loom has never looked so good! I sure wish I’d had those lights when I was photographing all those items for the WeaveCast fundraising auction… [img_assist|nid=12|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] No pictures of me on this post. Janet is going to take the best images and “Photoshop” them. I now understand the vast feeling of relief that my WeaveCast guests evidence when I assure them that the interview audio will be edited. Indeed. Photoshop me, please! Images of me weaving, spinning, and knitting should be up on her Web site in the next month or so. In the meantime, take a look at these amazing work she’s done of other weavers and animals in Kenya. I’m thrilled to have been photographed by such a talented artist! Here’s hoping that farming magazine buys her weaving pictures. I’d love it if somewhere in Indiana, someone looks at a picture of me or my hands and says “Hey this weaving thing looks cool. Think I’ll give it a try.”hem. I now understand the vast feeling of relief that my WeaveCast guests evidence when I assure them that the interview audio will be edited. Indeed. Photoshop me, please! Images of me weaving, spinning, and knitting should be up on her Web site in the next month or so. In the meantime, take a look at these amazing work she’s done of other weavers and animals in Kenya. I’m thrilled to have been photographed by such a talented artist! Here’s hoping that farming magazine buys her weaving pictures. I’d love it if somewhere in Indiana, someone looks at a picture of me or my hands and says “Hey this weaving thing looks cool. Think I’ll give it a try.”

Fiber arts are a refuge for me. A calm harbor for the fears and frustrations of life. So, for example, when I go to the doctor’s office to discuss distressing things, I take a sock to knit. My oral surgeon has seen several socks grace his office. One day I saw him looking at the sock I was furiously knitting while reclining in the big scary dentistry chair and I said, “I knit because it keeps me calm.” He said, “Yeah I’ve noticed that—keep knitting.” So, I was not going to the hospital for an overnight stay without some kind of fiber arts. As much as I would have loved to take a floor loom—not so much with the portable. So knitting, it would be. I don’t do medication as a rule. When have a cold I take tea and chicken soup, not Comtrex. Instead of aspirin, I take hot baths. So I figured that morphine and the remnants of general anesthesia would leave me pretty well looped. I figured tiny sock needles would be too much for me, and yet I wanted something easy and portable. About a year ago, I was at the Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat. At the end of their charity knitting talk, a yarn manufacturer gave away skeins of free yarn for folks to use to knit hats. I resisted: I rarely knit worsted, I didn’t know any cool hat patterns, the yarn was acrylic, and I wasn’t sure I’d find time in my busy schedule to knit for charity. But the free yarn got me. I have a hard time passing up free yarn. So here were two skeins of squeaky acrylic languishing in my stash. It couldn’t be given away. It was yarn with a mission, strings firmly attached. It was also the perfect project to take to the hospital. They warned me not to bring anything valuable. What is more humble than Red Heart Acrylic yarn knit on cheap bamboo needles? I wanted something easy, something portable. Knitting a hat is the round in worsted-weight yarn. Check on both counts. I figured the good karma of knitting for charity could only be a bonus to the healing process. The yarn was a cheerful blend of autumn colors: reds, golds, and oranges. Cheerful colors I can’t wear. I knit a 2×2 rib in the round. Didn’t need to swatch. I had no idea who the hat was going to, as long as it was of human proportions, I was in business. I knit at 5am on the dark car ride over. I knit in the waiting room while they signed me into the hospital, watching the ubiquitous salt-water fish that every waiting room feels is necessary. I knit in the prep room, where they stripped me of clothes and inserted an IV. (I refused to give up my needles until I was sedated.) Because the hospital has a one patient, one gurney policy, my clothes (and knitting) were tucked into a chamber underneath my gurney and actually accompanied me into surgery and the recovery room. My knitting was one of the first things I pulled out when I was settled into my hospital room. With my iPod around my neck playing a new Terry Pratchett book on tape, my husband sleeping on the couch next to me, and my knitting wadded into a nest on my chest like a protective pet, I drifted off into post-operative sleep. The hat didn’t get finished until I was settled at home, propped by pillows and watching endless DVDs that a considerate husband had stockpiled for me. And there it was. The first finished object of my new life. And there was yarn left over in the skein. So I knit another hat. And another. I played with stripes, and rolled brims instead of ribbing. I found more acrylic yarn in my stash and vowed to knit it all up for charity. There was something endearing about these humble hats. They didn’t have to be perfect, or lovely, or made of high-falutin’ materials. And yet they could do good in the world. They were good enough, just as they were. After surgery, I was humble, and dehumanized. I was not lovely. I felt broken and made of imperfect materials. But like those acrylic-yarn hats, I could do good in the world. [img_assist|nid=10|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300] Each hat taught me something. As I healed, each one got a little more complex in terms of color work or pattern. The last hat (so far) I added a lace pattern to, and liked the results so much that I knit a copy for myself in wool. I’m wearing it as I write this. It is the first hat I’ve knit for myself that turned out perfectly: no swatching, no mistakes in the lace pattern, a perfect fit. It feels like a gift. When I finished the sixth hat and picked up a project I’d started before the surgery, my husband smiled, looking at the six-color mitered-diamond camisole in progress, and said, “You must be feeling better.” It amused me that he was judging my recovery by the complexity of my knitting. So very apt.

At home, outside on my deck, I was fighting with tripod and wantonly moving sunlight to photograph items for the upcoming WeaveCast auction. I was trying to channel my inner Joe Coca and find the perfect way to drape Laura Fry’s linen tea towels around a glass tea cup. The doorbell rang. Thinking it must be the UPS guy, I leaned the tripod against a table and opened the door to find: Laura Fry. It was a surreal moment. Like listening to a Jimmy Hendrix CD and then having him knock on your door (okay, without the creepy guitarist-risen-from-the-dead thing.) To put this in context. Laura was down from Canada, and we had talked about the possibility of her staying with me for a day or two while she was in town. Those plans had changed, and I had put it out of my mind. But here she was, as if summoned by my need for her to tell me how best to photograph her work. I explained what I was doing and asked for her advice. With a few practiced crumples she turned my flat and uninspiring tableau into something Handwoven-worthy. Then she said, “How about I show you how I warp a loom?” Make that: listening to a Jimmy Hendrix CD and then he shows up at your door (minus creepy dead guy stuff) and says, “how about we jam for a while, and I’ll show you how to do my favorite riffs?” I was gob-smacked. There were at least three occasions during the day when I found myself literally slack-jawed and had to remember to close my mouth. (Apologizes to Laura, I must have seemed rather witless that day.) This was four days before my surgery, and I had pulled out a few pre-wound warps to consider. I’d had this dream of putting a beautiful warp on the loom to weave off during my convalescence. But with all the “things that must get done before surgery” it was one of those things there wasn’t going to be time for. And then fate sent me a Laura Fry. She looked at the warps I’d pulled out: painted rayon chenille, soysilk, and a random-striped wool. She advised me to do the wool. It would be easiest on my body, with pressing instead of beating the weft into place. Turns out Laura Fry was the perfect person to help me set up my loom. The thing about being a production weaver, and supporting your family at the loom, is: you don’t get sick days. If you’re in a traffic accident or throw out your back, you need to find ways to keep weaving. She showed me how to warp my loom back-to-front, using a rough-sleyed reed as a raddle. This was something I’d never done before, and solved the question “how can I find a raddle fine enough to BTF-warp find threads.) Aside from that, there was nothing revolutionary—except—all the little tweaks and refinements that she’d learned over 30+ years of weaving. It’s hard to describe how turning your hand from this way to that way makes a huge difference in how easily and fast something goes on. But when you experience it, it’s like a revelation. This is why weaving teachers are so important. Weaving books don’t give you the essential minutia of weaving. Videos can’t look at you and provide feedback: “try doing it this way.” Important things I took away from this lesson:

• Rough-sleying a reed makes a great raddle.
• How to hold the shuttle while beating to minimize draw-in
• Tie-up the treadles so you use two feet to raise the shafts (half on one foot, half on the other) to make it easier on your body
• My chair was waaay too short. I needed a higher seat for good ergonomics and comfort at the loom.
• Weavers are an amazingly generous bunch, and sometimes give you so much support and care that it leaves you speechless.

Most of these lessons are demonstrated in Laura Fry’s CD weaver. The last, you’ll have to meet her in person to know. It took me a week after surgery to feel up to the loom. But when I was ready, there it was, waiting for me. A warp of beautiful blues and greens. The sett was 8 epi, and my beat varied from 6-8 ppi, depending on how I was feeling. It took three days to weave off, and acted as a barometer of how I was feeling: six inches the first day, a yard the second, seven-and-a-half yards the third. I cut it off the loom, seamed it up the middle, fulled it in the washing machine with some jeans, then brushed it with an old back scrub brush. It is the most soft, lovely, cozy throw ever. (It was supposed to be a Queen-sized blanket. It ended up as a lap blanket and lots of extra cloth. Measure twice, cut once. That’s all I’m gonna say…) [img_assist|nid=16|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=480|height=640] If you’ve ever looked at Harrisville Highland or Shetland wool on the cone and thought: “Ew, that’s so prickly. Yuck!” Let me just tell you that it weaves up cushy-soft. What you’re feeling on the cone is processed so it’ll be strong on the loom. When you wash it it blooms and is delightful. I have delicate Irish skin (baby alpaca makes me itch) and I luurv this blanket. Now here’s the question. See the oh-so-refined yellow serged edge? I want to cover that with a binding. After reveling in the handcrafted glory of this blanket, I don’t want to slap a machine-made binding on there. I want to weave my own. [img_assist|nid=11|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] My current thoughts (after a quick stash consultation) are: either 6/2 cotton in a blue that matches exactly one of the threads in the blanket or a 140/2 silk in a mint green that I thought I’d never have a use for. Weave structures I’m considering: plain weave (simple, strong, goodness), 2/2 twill (for a flexible, bias-like binding) or a diamond-twill (because I love diamonds in weaving.)

This year winter came early for me. I had jaw surgery on October 2nd. A week before surgery I found out that I’d be more disabled than I’d imagined. For example, I wouldn’t be able to lift anything heavier than five pounds, which includes things like cartons of milk and children. So my “winterize” to-do list–that I’d expected to have two months to do–turned into a one-week list. This was a list that included little items like “refinish deck furniture,” “stack two cords of firewood,” and “build hay loft.” I kept talking about “getting ready for winter” but it was really code for “getting ready for surgery” something I wasn’t ready to face. It was a crazy week of too much to do, and late, late nights. I had to turn a few last-minute work requests away. But most everything that needed to get done, got done. The one thing I regret was not spending more time with my family, especially Kai. The surgery has been hard on all my family: Eric’s having to do the work of two parents, I’m straining meals through my teeth, but Kai’s probably been hit the hardest. He went from having super-mommy to having invalid mommy. He was a kangaroo baby, one that spent the first two years of his life attached to my body in one way or another. He’s a lot more independent now, but he’s still used to rough-housing and getting “uppies” when he’s hurt or sad. Not getting that has been a huge change. For both of us. The good news about winter is that when it comes, the hard work is over. You’re as prepared as you’re going to be. All that’s left is the quiet and rest.

Today was wonderful. One of those days filled with happy synchronicities. I went to the University of Alaska Fairbanks Large Animal Research Station. My goal: to see qiviut on the hoof and interview Sandy Garbowski, musk ox wrangler, qiviut expert, and heck of a cool lady. [img_assist|nid=19|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Musk ox are amazingly tiny, see how I’m looking down in the pictures of these cuties? The were only about three feet high at the shoulders, not the six-to-seven feet tall I’d imagined. [img_assist|nid=20|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] One of the highlights of the interview? See that? That’s a garbage-sack worth of qiviut spread out before me. And then Sandy went looking for the highly-advanced tool that they use to comb out the qiviut, and turned her back… [img_assist|nid=25|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] I grabbed up the entire pile and ran pell-mell for the hills, microphone trailing behind me kept my hands jammed firmly in my pockets the whole time. The high-tech tool used to harvest qiviut? [img_assist|nid=24|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Afterwards I walked five-ish miles in 90-degree heat to reach A Weaver’s Yarn, a delightful LYS run out of the bottom of the owners’ house. Well worth the trek. All those stories you hear about Alaskan hospitality: all true. More about that visit later, it’s past midnight and I need to pack.

[img_assist|nid=13|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Alaska! (Extra credit if you recognized Denali State Park.) It’s a mini-family reunion in honor of Eric’s parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. Eric, got the answer to his question, “Is there anywhere you won’t knit/weave/spin?” [img_assist|nid=18|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Yes, I am knitting, not weaving. A sock is my current carry project, fits in my purse, less bulky than an inkle loom, and well…woven socks, just not pretty. For the curious, it’s Tofusies, basic 2×2 rib patterned cuff which will carry on into the top of the foot. Tomorrow’s adventure? I got permission to interview here. Big kudos to the publicity staff member who got my last-minute recoding request green-lighted. She is my hero-of-the-day!

I just got back from recording at the Seattle Mariner’s Stitch ‘n Pitch in Seattle. The content will air on Brenda Dayne’s wonderful knitting podcast Cast-On. What a blast! I spent four hours running around talking to knitters, baseball fans, vendors, organizers, and pretty much anyone who would talk to me. Highlights include Debbie Macomber, NYT bestselling author of knitting-related novels (she also threw out the first pitch of the game), a charity-knitting group run by muslims, a fun group of ladies knitting wristbands for a cancer walk, a mother-and-son who were quite witty, and a male knitting designer who shared tips for knitting with hand-painted yarn. I can’t wait to see what Brenda does with the audio! It may be a while, though, I recorded something like four hours worth for her to wade through. I’d drop in some pictures, but my husband went out of town to Comic Con and took the digital camera (my fault, I told him to.) So pictures will have to wait until I get the film processed. It’s amazing how quickly you get used to being able to instantly have your photos on the computer. In crafty news: I attempt to teach myself how to do tapestry. Tapestry kicks my butt.

You know how you poke along for a while, working on multiple projects, feeling scattered and like nothing will ever get done. And then one day *blam* you finish a whole host of things at once. Today was that day. It got kicked off last night by a GNO (that’s girl’s night out) my GF’s were beading, and I was twisting fringe. There was Thai food, much dishing of the other sort, and a complete lack of men folk, particularly those under the age of five. We love our kids and husbands, but sometimes you just need to let the hair down and hang with the gals. So, I twisted fringe, the great conversation and stories totally distracting me from the fact that I HATE twisting fringe. I like the end product all right, love it when adorned with beads, but the process is tedious and a bit nerve wracking. I am the queen of the ever-increasing length fringe. You know, that bit where you work your way across the scarf, carefully measuring each fringe against its companion so they’re the same length? And then, at the end, you have a diagonal line of fringe? (My secret weapon against this is a chopstick with reference lines drawn on it. Why a chopstick? Because unlike all eleven of the straight rulers I own, I can find the wooden disposable chopstick…) Okay, enough rant, time to look at pretty things. First, all of the prize painted warps have been mailed off! This took a while as I was trying to get specific colors, which turns out to be much harder than just painting warps and being pleasantly surprised by what happens when one color slams into another. So, after many redos, I got to the point where I was starting to covet the prize warps and realized that if I was going crazy for them. They must be good enough for the winners. Here they are being packed up (mailing addresses carefully obscured for the camera.) [img_assist|nid=29|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480]   I am especially taken with the “wood-grain” warps. I have a thing for brown, after years of moaning about having brown hair and brown eyes, I’ve decided to embrace my inner brown, and you know, brown is a heckuva cool color. (An opinion reinforced by a friend who told me I look great in brown.) These warps are intended to be used together, Sara Lamb-style, in stripes. The fiber is 20/2 cotton, recommended sett of 32 for a warp-face-ish plain weave. The winner wanted something that would go with brown and black outfits. I hope she likes these! [img_assist|nid=30|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300]   I finished up a scarf for a student in my Weaving Works class who borrowed a loom and didn’t finish the weaving in class. Also going out in the mail. This scarf was made with a random-warp technique that’s a lot of fun. Everyone brings “problem” yarn from their stash, we pile it in the center of the room, and then build wonderful warps out of it. Seeing what others do with your rejects really opens your eyes to possibilities. [img_assist|nid=28|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300]   Here’s a close-up of the fabric. The student planned the warp and picked a slubby varigated rayon for the weft. I don’t usually like a varigated weft, but in this piece it works. [img_assist|nid=27|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300]   I finished the “therapy scarf” that I worked on when my server was locking up and preventing folks from downloading episode 17 of WeaveCast. (This of course, happened right after I had sent out the “check out the new episode” email…) [img_assist|nid=17|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300] It’s rayon chenille interspersed with stripes of a rayon/cotton blend. At first I feared I’d have a seersucker effect, but with a teensy bit of pressing, it all flattened out and has a wonderful drape. I’m in love with the contrast between the slick threads and the chenille. I couldn’t resist wearing this out in public today, and showing it off. My husband was especially kind and felt the handle of it and made approving noises not once, but twice. (Before and after the pressing.)   And if all that wasn’t enough, a pile of painted warps drying in the sun. [img_assist|nid=14|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=400|height=300] What a great day!

Last sunday I taught a rigid-heddle class at Weaving Works, and it was a blast! The students were great, many of them learning to weave for the first time, and the enthusiasm in the room crackled with “aha!” moments. Judging from the anonymous feedback forms, they had a grand time as well. I was teaching my “stash-busting” scarf technique (essentially a random warp, with symmetry.) Everyone brought yarn from their stash and we put it in a big pile in the middle and then began pulling out color groups to plan warps. I’m sure this is an un-vention, instead of an invention, as it’s so obvious. To make the class easy and fun, I taught the peg-warping method I learned in Rowena Hart’s book. Because I didn’t want to buy 8 warping pegs (one for each student), I clamped a warping board horizonally to a table and had each student use pick a different peg to work off. This worked well, but had the unintended consequence of making a huge spider’s web in the center of the room. It made navigating around a bit difficult (occasionally I had to crawl under the warps to reach a student) but I loved the imagery of weaving all the students together. I stood on a chair to take a picture, but still wasn’t high enough to get everyone in, so you’ll have to imagine a weaver at the end of every warp. [img_assist|nid=26|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Big fun, I love teaching weaving! Which is ironic, really. As a child, both my parents were college professors. I swore that I’d never teach. In college, I ran away screaming from the few labs-classes I had to teach to pay my way through. Twenty years later, I’m loving it. I guess breeding will out!

So if you saw the June 2007 WeaveCast post, you know that I was tasked with building a children’s play structure in two days for my son’s fourth birthday party (which was yesterday.) How, you ask, did it go? [img_assist|nid=23|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=427|height=640] My secret weapon was one of these. These are brilliant for power outages and *ahem* late-night construction projects. So the day of the party, ninteen kids descended upon our humble abode. I imagined them swarming around the playset and having a grand old time. The kids? [img_assist|nid=15|title=|desc=|link=none|align=none|width=640|height=480] Were fascinated by the scrap ends of lumber left over from construction. They stacked them into cities, weaved mazes, built levers and fashioned them into make-shift catapults. The take-away message? No matter how wonderful the toy, it can never compare to the play possibilities of the box.

I was listening to the new KnitPicks podcast and hearing the owner wax poetic about her years of buying a fleece in the spring, dyeing it in the summer, carding it in the fall and spinning and knitting with it all winter long. Doesn’t that just sound dreamily wholesome and organized? I imagined myself in a kaftan, with the wind blowing my long golden locks as the strains of “Age of Aquarius” played softly in the background… In the middle of that daydream, I looked across to the piles of wool in my barn. The piles of wool that were sheared back in March. The rancid, as of yet unwashed and soon to be mouse bedding piles of wool. It being a warm day, I set about washing the wool in huge plastic tubs. Some notes here: 1) If you rebuild your deck and have to move a faucet because of this, adding an outside “hot” faucet is an amazingly fine thing. (I stole this renovation idea from Suzanne Pedersen of Madrona Fiber Arts.) 2) Use very hot water to wash the wool, as only water above 160 degrees Fahrenheit will dissolve the lanolin. 3) Use an excellent degreaser, such as Dawn dish soap to get the dirt out. 4) DO NOT AGITATE [img_assist|nid=6|title=|desc=|link=none|align=right|width=640|height=484]Let’s review item #4. Have I ever accidentally felted wool before? Why yes. In a sink, in the tub, in (to my husband’s horror) the washing machine. Do I know better? Absolutely! So why on earth did I join my three-year-old son in enthusiastically poking the hot and soapy wool with a stick? I blame the imaginary sound track… So, some very clean and slightly felted wool. It’s not irretrievable. With a little effort you can pull the locks apart. I am convinced the magic of wool combs can save it. (If you’ve never combed wool instead of carded it, the way combs can rescue trash wool is rather astounding.