slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: weaving
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Eww, the cream is a bit off. Until I pick up my milk I guess I’ll have to drink it black. My raw milk source is getting nervous again because a lot of new people have been approaching them about it. Goes to show you that farmers could sell this product if our state government…
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The new phone book’s here! The new phone book’s here! Hopefully I’ll be able to get quotes from The Jerk out of my head soon. I’ve only seen it, oh, probably two dozen times. But it feels apt because I got my shipment from Joann’s today. It was a slam damn gorgeous day too, and…
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First there was the photo, taken at Healing Ground in Oak Ridge, North Carolina. Then there was the idea and the cartoon… Then there was a long period of dithering because I couldn’t decide between two approaches. One was to make the “path” blue, the maze white, and sew on buttons or smooth worn pieces…
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cotton yarn, cardboard, brown paper, shipping label, ink I jammed up my printer playing with this brown paper and I think that I killed it! But I do like the effect it made on the words. The “prettier” side is actually the back of the card. It is supposed to have my contact information on…
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The Take It Further Challenge for February had two options: a color combination and/or a concept prompt of “What are you old enough to remember?” I wanted to do both, but blanked out on how to do it until yesterday. My concept had more to do with technology – the phone system, mimeographs instead of…
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Hot damn, I finally remembered to buy new rechargeable batteries yesterday after sucking the absolute last bit of use out of my old ones, and I finally remembered to recharge them tonight, so I could upload my photos from last week. Because, you see, I finished the tapestry bag on Sunday afternoon. The closure is…
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Dimensions: 6″ wide on short sides, 10″ wide on long sides, 6.25″ tall. Linen warp, wool weft. The weft is mostly discarded wool given to me by other weavers or weaving teachers. Much of it is the product of beginning dyers, as there are many spots where the wool was tied too tightly in the…
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I decided not to try to write a work of literature about the lake trip and just yak about it randomly. It was a quiet vacation, the kind I like, although I’m much better suited to it than my husband. I can be alone for three days with a stack of books or a project…
slowly she turned 