slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: fiber art
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Stitching little bird tracks on the farm scroll. I dye my silk thread by wrapping it around fabric bundles. The yellow thread was dyed with broomsedge, and the brown thread was dyed with black walnut hulls. The steam plant at UNCG.
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Stitching on my animal scroll for the farm vessel project during lunch. In the front yard.
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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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I have not been able to figure out how to save these films or embed them here without going to a Brazilian Facebook site called # O Tecelão which is dedicated to weaving. I find these fascinating and want to refer back to them from time to time. This is one more major reason that…
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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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We dyed silk strips and added them to the site as a sign of honor and respect, and gathered windfalls from the site to dye and print inside in our second folded book.
slowly she turned 