slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: dyeing
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I’ve been steaming leaves in handmade paper signatures for a book I’m making. They make the best prints in combination with metal. Outside of Deep Roots Market. Guess which one is mine.
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I’m making an effort to blog regularly again, which is part of the reason for the daily visual journal. l;;3w’;/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewe (That was Pablo Blondie’s contribution. I can’t walk away from the laptop for a minute. I must admit that I like it when they do this, so I always leave their writings up.) It is…
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As much as I realized that I need to work on my ceramics class, I knew that it would be dumb to build a scroll box or stand without even beginning to make the scroll, so I devoted yesterday to dyeing with the broomsedge I’d collected. I made two dyepots for comparison. One was with…
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September was a wonderfully busy month. The first half was consumed by the planning and anticipation of seeing my relatives at our family reunion and my mother’s 90th birthday party. My aunt and first cousin came from Colorado to stay with my mother for ten days, during which time the bottom fell out (flooding) over…
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I’m busy busy busy with my Ceramics III class, but I have taken a little time to do some natural dyeing. Last Sunday, Sandy and I found a vacant lot with lots of goldenrod blooming. I tore blisters on my hands harvesting it so there’s a lesson for me, but I couldn’t wait to go…
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My new studio. The lighting needs serious improvement, but other than that it is a much better use for this space. The aluminum foil draped over my weaving keeps the cats away from it – they are terrified of the sound of aluminum foil for some reason. Maybe it sounds like some predator coming for…
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Peering into the final dyepot. Part of the patchwork of the 15 nine-squares the class laid together on the floor. Mine is the one in the bottom right corner. The second book and two final fabric bundles come out of the dyepot. I don’t mind that I nearly destroyed the La Pointe Cemetery papers through…
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“This is Day Four,” India pronounced ominously at the beginning of our class. Then she passed out chocolate frogs that she brought all the way from Australia as a preventative for any Day Four woes. Day Four is when patience grows thin, things go awry, bodies get weary, minds get overwhelmed. We stretch and do…
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Daisies, mullein, and lupines were everywhere on the island. After finding out that the raspberry tea bags made beautiful pink marks that magically turned blue on the cotton paper, raspberry tea suddenly became the most popular beverage in our class! Hmmph. India shows us what we are to do with our cloth/papers. They will become…
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My bundles, freshly removed from a dyepot made with goldenrod plants (yes, you can use the leaves and stalks!) I was a wee bit disappointed, especially in my wool samples overall, but I would soon learn that the secret of getting good plant prints included getting the tightest possible contact between the cloth and the…
slowly she turned 