And in the end, all is well…

But damn, this was a tough week…

I was looking forward to a few days at the beach in Delaware, with my sister and her family.  Not as long as I would have liked, but a couple of days was better than nothing.  The trip on the Cape May/Lewes Ferry was a bit rough, so rough in fact I couldn’t knit, just struggled not to hurl my cookies.  It was pretty stormy in the Atlantic, and in fact it rained most of the first day and a half.  Wednesday the sun came out and we headed to the beach.  The surf was still pretty rough, but I got a good sister’s pic, so great to spend time with her, and a couple of photos of the surf…


And then this happened…


My poor husband got nailed by a rogue wave, as he was body surfing into the shoreline.  Broke his collarbone.  He got his first ever ambulance ride after being taken off the beach in a Polaris.  Lots of pain killers later, I left him with my sister and her family, and headed Thursday morning to Washington DC and the Potomac Fiber Guild where I was scheduled to do a series of workshops.  I felt like the bad wife, leaving everyone behind, but there wasn’t much I could do.

After a miscommunication about what to bring to the class, and a double booking of the room, we finally settled in for a one day Inkle Weaving Class.  I snapped a couple of shots of the students warping, but completely forgot to get any photos of them at work, which was a shame because the warps were so pretty.



I did grab one of Carla’s band in the parking lot afterwards.


Saturday morning I gave a lecture on Color and Inspiration to the Potomac Guild, the room was full and everyone seemed to enjoy the talk.  I love this guild, and we go way back.  I gave workshops to them many many years ago before anyone other than the mid-Atlantic region had heard of me.  So it was fun to come back and see so many familiar faces.


In the afternoon we did a follow up workshop in color, using yarn wraps and Color-Aid blocks.  I gave them lots of exercises.


There were some beautiful yarn wraps of the images they interpreted towards the end of the day.

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Saturday night Carla took me to dinner, and I had a plate of marinated fresh anchovies and I thought I’d just about died and gone to heaven.  Food porn.


Sunday and Monday, we gathered for a two day Garment Construction Marathon Intensive.  The space was enormous, and easy to move around in.  I had a full house and lots of questions and lots of feedback.  There was a group of felters and I spent a lot of time with them focusing on their specific needs and fabrics.


The participants made lots of samples.


They all played with the Fasturn kit for turning tubes.


And Monday night, I brought my lovely hostess Claudia back to her house, for one last dinner, said goodbye to her family, and got in the car and drove the four and a half hours home.  Meanwhile, my sister and her husband left Delaware Monday morning to drive my husband home, since he had a second car.  I can’t ever thank my sister enough for all she did in my absence, and I can’t thank Claudia and her family enough for hosting me and making me so comfortable and keeping me well fed.  It made the trip doable.

No rest though, Tuesday I jumped in head first for the final prep for my trip to Kentucky tomorrow morning, and the American Sewing Guild chapter in Louisville.  I still haven’t gotten through some 50 emails that were waiting for me, yes I owe some of you contracts.  I’m working on it.

I’m exhausted, and barely functioning on two cylinders, and yet, I have a job to do it and I have to just put one foot in front of the other and follow through.  So you can imagine that I was not a happy camper when this happened.


Unbeknownst to us, apparently a deer crashed through the front fence. One of the dogs escaped and was brought home by a kind neighbor. We repaired the fence which was a bit of a feat for my husband with a broken collarbone. What we didn’t know was the deer crashed through and exited the fence at the rear of the property, splintering it into shards. (Photo above) We discovered that when once again a kind neighbor brought one of the dogs home. The other one disappeared. Thank goodness we live in a small town where everyone knows your name and your dogs. The second one turned up on a neighbor’s porch and was led back home by that neighbor. Thanks neighbors! Fence is once again secure. 

And so I’m mostly packed, and I have thrown up a blog post, and I’ve gotten through most of the to do list, and I’m starting on prep for next week, because, though I fly back from Louisville on Sunday, I leave again on Wednesday for Sievers in Wisconsin, and I’ll be gone until October 6th.  So all those contracts must be dealt with, work has to be shipped to Blue Ridge Fiber Show, (and actually I just realized one of the pieces isn’t finished), and bills must be paid, and Monographs and handouts must be shipped, and I have basically 48 hours to do all this.  I’d fire my booking agent, but it is tough to fire yourself when you are self employed.  On my list is to mow the lawn, it needs it, and my husband can’t for obvious reasons but I’m thinking it just isn’t going to get done.

I’m really looking forward to December.  There is nothing on the calendar except a holiday or two. There are no yard/garden issues, NO CUCUMBERS, and I’m hoping a little sanity will return… :-)

Stay tuned…



No rest for the weary…

I returned home very late from Harrisville, NH on Friday night and had the car unloaded before I went to bed, had a miserable night, and got right to work Saturday unpacking, opening up the house, processing a boat load of produce from the garden, and beginning the long slog of catch-up after a week away.

I woke up this morning, and although I did sleep well finally, the dogs needed to be fed, and let out, and the day called.  I dug my heels in and did something I absolutely never do.  I went back to bed.  Except I didn’t sleep, couldn’t sleep. So I sat in bed knitting and watching last Thursday’s episode of Project Runway.  I felt completely decadent. And guilty.  And I felt renewed.  But still guilty…

I started a new knitting project with the handspun I did during the Academy Awards last spring, from the leftover fibers from the felted jacket I made, also last spring. I combined it with a group of single skeins of Angora/Silk I bought a couple years ago on sale in a knitting shop on the West Coast.  I’m crossing my fingers it will be enough.


But I digress…

I finally got up and wandered outside and retrieved the morning papers.  After the Sunday comics (I actually avoid the headlines now, too depressing) I turn to the Perspective pages in one of the two papers we get, the Star Ledger.  There, on the front page of Perspective was this…


It made sense to read it with my morning tea and to my complete dismay, I have apparently lost the art of being able to do absolutely nothing.  I measure my hours, days, weeks, by what I get done, constantly checking things off my overwhelming to do lists.  So doing absolutely nothing for a time, only produces less stress and more creativity and focus according to the article, but nothing crossed off the to-do list.  So my guilty morning in bed was actually productive, I knitted a few rows on my sweater and crossed off a TV show that had been recorded a few days ago.  Damn.

tshirtI admit that my lifestyle isn’t a 9-5 with weekends off.  It never has been and never will.  I do have days, even weeks where I have nothing on the calendar and on those days I’ll do chores, clean, laundry, etc.  I wouldn’t know what to do with a weekend.  I’m usually teaching.  I think I may need to schedule a few minutes each day where I do nothing at all.  Some call this meditation.  I wouldn’t know.  I haven’t tried it yet.  I’ll let you know how I do…

Meanwhile, another amazing week at Harrisville Designs, in NH.  Harrisville is like this  step back to a simpler time and place, quaint picture postcard New England, with spotty connectivity and almost no Verizon wireless signal.  I have to say it is tough when you’ve become so dependent on the ability to communicate 24/7.  Even the phone call from an events coordinator for an ASG chapter left both of us shouting into the phone, “Hello?  Hello?  Can you hear me?  Who is this please?”  I’m hoping they call back this week while I’m in NJ.

The class this year was small.  Small classes are always lovely, more individual attention, and less stress for me when problems arise because when they arise it is usually for a number of students at once.  And like my class at Sievers School in Wisconsin (coming up the end of the month) I have a core of repeat students whom I’ve really gotten to know well.

There is Amy.  We are both stubborn and when Amy, who is a fantastic weaver and has become a competent garment maker, decides she doesn’t want to do a technique a certain way, she will dig her heels in and refuse, demanding I come up with a better way.  She loves my technique for putting in flawless bound buttonholes.  She couldn’t understand why I just didn’t apply that technique and design an easier way for putting in welt pockets.  I thought the old fashioned way worked just fine.  But not for Amy.  So after much arm twisting I did, and I re-engineered an easier way to get perfect welts on a welt pocket and Amy was thrilled and really really proud of her welt pockets in her gorgeous jacket from handwoven Zephyr (silk/wool) and Cashmere.  Amy chose a complicated garment, and some different ways of executing certain areas, since many of the patterns are now becoming dumbed down in their construction directions.  She wanted to make the under collar out of wool Melton, and hand attach it to the back of the collar to reduce bulk.  What’s left is hours of pressing and hand sewing but the jacket, with it’s gorgeous silk lining from Mood Fabrics in NY is mostly there.


And her best buddy Carole is one of those students who works really well independently, until there is a major screw up.  And we had a couple.  It happens in a class full of distractions no matter how good a sewer you are.  In spite of the pile of 47 pattern pieces all cut out and ready to go, we all did a head scratch when three of the four jacket fronts went missing.  All we could figure was they were never actually cut out.  So I sat down to figure out how to invent two jacket front pieces and a facing out of the handful of odd shaped scraps.  Of course none of the scraps worked for the full pattern piece.  There was one bound buttonhole at the waist of this jacket, and so to me the obvious thing was to run a seam through the buttonhole, cutting the pattern piece in two, and creating an in-seam buttonhole. We also had to reshape the shoulder and armhole seams, they made her look like a linebacker. It all worked and she was really happy.


Carole finished this gorgeous handwoven jacket in two days in spite of the mistake and then pulled out the fabric for jacket number two.  Also handwoven, this jacket turned out equally well and had a lovely silk lining, also from Mood.


Katie was also a return student from last year.  She had tried on my walking vest last year and vowed to make one for herself this year, and spent the last few weeks weaving trim on the inkle loom to match her handwoven fabric.  I love Katie.  She is like a kid in a candy shop; every step of the way she tries on the garment and dances.  It always makes me smile to see a student obviously so delighted with what they have done.  Most are very serious and I put myself in that category.  Katie still has a lot of handwork to do to sew on the inkle trim, but for now it is basted and the vest is fun and suits her and she is really happy.


Rita was a new student for me this year.  Rita has been weaving probably as long as I have, and I recognized many of the yarns I use to use in the 80′s.  Specifically Silk City Fiber’s Contessa.  We all mourned with that yarn was no longer available.  And we are both hoarding a few remaining cones.  Rita brought her vast stash of fabrics, and really needed help polishing her garment construction skills.  It isn’t unusual to have a self taught competent garment maker in a class, but with that comes some major pieces of missing information and I just about fell through the floor (which wouldn’t have been a bad thing because the Store and Gallery was right below us) when Rita said to me, “I’ve learned so much, I always thought that ‘grainlines’ were just a suggestion.”  Anyone who has ever studied garment construction with me knows how I feel about grainlines.  Anyway, Rita made a lovely vest from some of her stash, a cut of fabric, a scarf for the bands, and an old skirt for the lining.  She was so much fun to work with.


And that leaves Liz.  I’ve never worked with Liz before either.  Liz unrolled the most gorgeous piece of  handwoven Saori fabric I’ve ever seen, full of random clasped wefts in an exquisite palette, and I helped her make the best use of different areas of design.  I have to say that I’m sort of jaded at this point, I’ve probably see a couple thousand Daryl Jacket variations and this one jumped to the top of my favorites.  It suits her so well, she lives in Florida for a bit every year, and the fabric, though horizontal in nature worked beautifully with the jacket design.  She learned to do Hong Kong seam finishes on the interior of the unlined jacket and seemed genuinely happy when the jacket was finished (except for the handwork).


The class all got along well, always a plus, helping each other make decisions…


…enjoying an evening of wine and cheese while they worked late into the night.


My daughter Brianna drove up from Massachusetts, and met us on Wednesday for the scheduled tour of the spinning mill.  Since everyone in the class had already been on the tour at least once, that left Brianna and me to head over for a private tour.  Again, experiencing anything with an enthusiastic 21 year old is fun and informative and I always see things in a very different way when I’m with her.  It was great to have her come up to see Harrisville, and she looked longingly at the gorgeous classroom space and turned to me and said, “Mommy, this is the kind of studio I want some day, plenty of space.”


Friday night I left, stopped at her apartment, marveled how she packed so much of herself into such a little apartment bedroom, had dinner with her at the Panera in Hadley, MA and headed home.  Here is the final class shot.  The next garment construction intensive at Harrisville has been tentatively scheduled for next September, 2015.


I have about a week to prep for my month of teaching before I leave for a couple of days vacation down the shore with family.  There is the Potomac Guild outside DC, and then a weekend in Louisville, KY with an ASG chapter, followed by 10 days at Sievers in Wisconsin where I’m the keynote speaker at The Gathering before I start my seven day class.  And then suddenly it is October… Stay tuned…



I’ve largely decided that surviving the next few weeks is my main goal.  The amount of work/opportunities/requests/requirements/ and commitments that are flying past me at breakneck speed are beyond comprehension, and all I can do is just sit back, laugh, and watch the sh*t fly.  There is no way to do all of it, and I am getting some satisfaction in being able to say, “sorry, I’m already booked.”  I have check lists and apps that keep track of everything for me, and I’m printing monographs and handouts while I’m hemming pants for a job I get once a year and it showed up at my door yesterday afternoon.  Six pairs.  Have to be finished today.  Sigh…

And a sewing publication just contacted me for an article for next spring.  Outline due Monday. Manuscript due in two weeks.  I leave Sunday.  Sigh…

My son writes, “quick send board games to Qatar”.  Sigh…

My garden…  I’m not even going there…

So, in the true spirit of sanity preservation, I’m doing what I can, apologizing for the rest, and trying to focus on the important stuff.  Like saying goodbye to my daughter.  She leaves tomorrow to go back to school.  Fortunately I’m too busy to get depressed about it.  Yet.  She needs all kinds of last minute help, and I am doing what I can.  And we are squeezing in last minute fun things, as the summer comes to a close.  Like yesterday, we had a private tour of  WoodsEdge Wools Farm in Stockton, NJ.  They raise yaks both for meat and for fiber.  And of course they have something like 90 alpaca and llamas on the farm as well.  I bought some gorgeous alpaca yarn, and stuffed my freezer with yak meat. The best of both worlds for my daughter, the animal science major, who works with beef cattle and has more yarn than me… (course most of it she stole from me…)

Last Thursday was the Peters Valley Annual Auction.  My scarf looked beautiful on the table.


The wife of one of my oldest friends from Peters Valley, woodworker Jim Whitman was seen wearing another one of my scarves at the event.


Friday morning I hopped a bus into Manhattan and then hopped on the Megabus to Baltimore to meet up with my daughter who was spending time with relatives, and working on a cousin’s dairy barn for some dairy cow experience.  The trip was horrid, I won’t bore you with the details, but five hours later, I finally arrived and we were on our way to visit with my mom.  We had a great family reunion on Saturday and Sunday morning we drove home, via Winterthur, the Dupont estate in Delaware, where there is a fantastic exhibit of costumes from the Downton Abbey PBS series, along with a wonderful display explaining the role of the English Country house in the 20′s and comparing it to the American equivalent, which of course was the Dupont estate, Winterthur.  We adored the exhibit and the tour of Winterthur.


I did have one small goal, and that was to finish a dress I was knitting by the end of the summer.  You may recall I won a gift certificate to Interlacement Yarns, as a result of a fiber exhibition in Colorado earlier in the year, and I bought a couple of skeins of their Rick Rack, a hand dyed rayon novelty, 1200 yards per skein. The color I used was Scottish Lichen.

Knitting1I thought I’d knit this little top from C2Knits, and when I got to the hip (it is a top down sweater) I realized I had only used a third of the yarn, so I kept going.  I finished up the last bit of the dress on the long miserable bus ride to Baltimore, tied in the ends, washed and blocked the dress, and the color ran so badly while it was drying flat, it pooled at the sides creating what looks like a seam, and I can assure you there is no seam.  It was knitted in the round.  I wore it anyway.  The dress stretches badly when I wear it, which I expected, and it became pretty obvious I need to wear a slip.  So I’ve washed it again, this time in the machine, in a bag, with a couple of color catchers and though the color isn’t as bright, there is no line down the side.  The dress is beautiful.  I got so many compliments on it.  Yeah, and I found a long slip in the closet that will work, I’ll just pop in a hem.


So in spite of all the craziness, I managed to actually make a new dress, and that makes me happy.  I have a new knitting project all lined up to take with me when I leave for Harrisville Designs on Sunday.  Class starts Monday morning!

And the mail today brought the much anticipated (by me) fall issue of Threads Magazine, which of course has my article on Weaving your Own Trim for garments.  The photoshoot was beautiful, I loved what they did with my jacket.  There is my vest on page five of the six page article which looks beautiful as well.  They did an amazing job given the space and editing out anything that wasn’t critical.  So look for it on the news stands.  November 2014, issue 175.


And the summer ends with a bang and the fall season is upon us…

Stay tuned…


The dust won’t settle…

Here it is Tuesday and somehow I thought by now I’d be unpacked, house would be in order and I’d have a relaxing couple of days to myself.  On what planet was I living?  I finally finished unpacking from  my very entertaining but draining week, and this morning I scrubbed the orange mildew from my shower stall, with a toothbrush it was that bad, and so my house is finally safe to inhabit, but really, the list keeps growing…

It all started last Sunday (now a week ago), when I packed up and left for Peters Valley.  I got called to do a four day fiber experience with a group of high school kids from Pennsylvania, through a National Park Service grant, held at Peters Valley.  It was a great tie in with Park Service Rangers from the Weir Farm National Historic site in CT.  I must visit sometime.  Two of the rangers were from Weir, and gave a presentation to the students the first morning after they toured Peters Valley.

We started with frame loom weaving, speed tapestry as I call it.  I have them quickly cover the warp with wool roving and then go back in and add color and texture using tapestry and pile techniques.


Even the park rangers got in on the fun.  They had to leave early to get back to CT and were really sorry to have to stop.  I hope they can figure out a way to continue adding to their pieces.


The coordinator from Peters Valley, Linnia, loved the technique and spent that evening and all the second day working on hers.


Day two had students working on warp face bands on the inkle loom.  They were quickly set up and finished the first band by lunch time.  They all had time to set up and weave off an additional band.


Day three I brought out the shaft looms.  I was originally told there would be 12 students and two park rangers who would be participating but as with enrollment in anything, that is subject to the whims of the day, and though I brought and prepped 14 of each type of loom, I only needed 6 and the occasional extra for a participating staff member.  Easier on me, but a  lot to haul.

They warped quickly, ready to weave just after lunch.  Some were content to follow the draft, and others just did their own thing.  It was fun watching them explore.


In the evenings I worked frantically at Hilltop doing the final prep of all the looms for Kathryn Weber’s class coming in on Friday morning.  There were suppose to be 10 signed up with a loom for the instructor, which would put all the new to us Macomber looms through their paces.  Armed with pizza and a couple bottles of wine, we finished up late Tuesday night reorienting all the heddles, and reinstalling all the more than 100 shafts on the looms.

Wednesday afternoon I packed everything up and loaded up the car, drove home, threw everything on the floor of the garage and ate dinner.  My  husband moved our theater tickets from the end of the month, to Wednesday night, which I would never have done, except he got called for a job in Istanbul Turkey and was leaving Saturday for a month.  No stress here.  By the time I got back from the theater, a classic piece by Ben Johnson, a contemporary of Shakespeare called The Alchemist, I was so bone tired I was beyond functioning.  I still had to pull everything and repack the car for Thursday’s fiber adventure which was all about felting.  I was so tired I couldn’t remember where anything was in my studio.  My daughter was there to assist, keeping me standing…

I put the last thing into the car, and staggered into the kitchen ready to fall into bed, and my husband walked in and said my son was on the phone, it was his last stateside phone call since he was leaving Texas in the morning for the middle east.  I don’t remember much of that phone call except I laid awake the entire night overwhelmed by it all.

Somehow I managed to drive myself Thursday morning back to Peters Valley, and left my phone on the counter.  Which means no photos.  Which was really a shame because the kids did amazing work.  There were a number of photos taken, from the park service and from the photo resident, but I haven’t received any of them yet.  So you will have to wait for the update on that.  If I had it to do over, I’d limit all the techniques I taught to only three hours, high school kids have very short attention spans and work very very quickly.  Of course that would have meant having to pack even more stuff so maybe what I did was OK after all.  By lunch time they had completed two felted panels each!

Photos will be inserted here when they become available!

I packed up Thursday night and drove back home (Peters Valley is about an hour from my house) and I was stunned to find my lovely daughter had put away or at least brought up to the studio all the looms and bags from the first three days I had just hurled into the garage, and I could have kissed her.  I once again, hurled all the felting debris into the garage/studio and laundry room (there were about 20 wet towels I couldn’t leave), and then I repacked for Friday.

I had already been asked to demo for Peters Valley on Friday at the state fair, which is up near the valley, so I wasn’t able to teach the 5th day of fibers, someone else did that, but I had to pack up all the demonstration stuff, inkle looms, shafts looms, and bobbin lace pillows, along with my work and a clothing rack and assorted things to sell.  Since I don’t have a computerized list like I do with classes, I had to rely on logic to think what I’d need, and considering my exhaustion, I’m not surprised that I arrived at the fair, without a shuttle or yarn for the demonstration loom.  A quick call to my husband who had left after us, showed he was almost to the fair grounds, and God bless him he turned around, drove all the way home to fetch me a shuttle and some rug warp.  Good thing too, it was the most popular thing in my booth.  I taught a number of kids to weave on my trusty Structo.


And I taught a woman named Marge the basics of bobbin lace.  She was over the moon.  She stayed for a good half hour, so excited to understand how lace works.


There were a number of  photos taken, but they are probably in my husband’s camera and he is now in Turkey, and I don’t have the energy to go hunt for them.  I did get a great one posted on Facebook from Gary McNabb, my wonderful friend and woodworker who was demoing for the Valley as well.


Brianna left for Maryland for a week, to observe on my cousin’s dairy barn, and I drove Kevin to the airport on Saturday afternoon.  I wish I could say I just collapsed for a couple of days but that wasn’t to be.  There were pounds of tomatoes and beans and cucumbers from the garden waiting for me and I made spaghetti sauce, canned a dozen jars of refrigerator pickles and dried a couple trays of cherry tomatoes in the oven. I’m still hauling in produce.  I have to freeze a bunch of beans left on the vine too long.

I drove out to Passaic yesterday to pick up some yarn that had been donated to Peters Valley, so that is in my garage waiting until I next travel out there. And I spent the day packing and shipping a guitar and some care packages to my son in Qatar.  The house is finally presentable, and everything put away where it belongs from last week’s adventures, but there is no rest for the weary.  I was hoping for some lovely violent thunderstorms today, so I wouldn’t have to water but alas, the storms have split, moving around either side of us and so everything is still bone dry.  Somewhere in there I have to mow the lawn as well.

This too shall pass.  Soon it will be fall and I have six weeks straight of teaching, in six states,  followed closely by my guild sale in November.  By December I’ll be ready to sleep through the long winter.  Stay tuned…


A Historical Perspective…

Yesterday Brianna and I headed west to volunteer for the day.  We’ve done this before, and we work well as a team, and it is fun to watch your daughter interact with the public, explain the history of looms, of weaving, of lace traditions, and take responsibility for a historic building for a day.

Every year we try(though lately we haven’t succeeded) to volunteer at least a day at a historic village on National Park Service property, this particular one, isn’t far from Peters Valley (where I’m headed this afternoon), called Millbrook Village, it sits nestled up close to the Delaware.  Millbrook sustained a considerable amount of damage from the hurricanes from hell a couple years ago. The weaving building, Hill House, dating from around 1840 or 50, survived the storms but there is a constant battle with the mice.

There is an 1850 rug loom, and a 1790 barn loom, used for demonstrations, and an assortment of four shaft and two shaft table looms set up to allow the public to try weaving.  The first thing Brianna did when we arrived, once she put on her cobbled together costume, was to try out each of the looms to familiarize herself with what was on them.  I jumped on the barn loom, and quickly figured out the rosepath pattern.


Brianna tied herself to an old Victorian tape loom (actually a replica) and quickly figured out what was happening there, the warp was in a bit of a mess, so now it is all back the way it should be.


The day was slow, since the NJ State Fair started this weekend, and it is just down the road.  But a Photography class from Peters Valley came by and the students and the teacher all had great fun shooting close ups of threads.


Brianna and I used the time well, we brought many things from home to work on, including spinning and bobbin lace making.  Brianna learned the basic first pattern years ago, but never had the patience or interest to sit down and learn more.  Recently she discovered that her grandmother was in the process of making her a wedding handkerchief and was 3/4 of the way around the hankie when she put it away, getting too old to see lace or be able to do that kind of fine work anymore.  When she died in 2006 at age 99, I inherited all of her lace making pillows and equipment, and the responsibility of finishing Brianna’s hankie.  There are no weddings in the near future that I’m aware of, and Brianna may not even marry, but the hankie exists, partially completed and it is hers.  I think Brianna wants to finish the hankie herself, out of respect for her grandmother and desire to not let lacemaking die.

So she quickly mastered pattern number one.


She quickly mastered pattern number two.


She was rather annoyed that I didn’t bring along pattern number three to Millbrook Village, but later on in the evening, she pulled down the pillow with pattern number three, and mastered that in just a couple of repeats.  There are no words.


We’ve pulled out all of the lace pillows I have, mine and my mother in law’s, and I could see Brianna calculating in her head, which one to tackle next.  Her time here this summer is drawing to a close, she will be spending a week in Maryland at a dairy farm,  and then head up to Massachusetts the following week to return to school, and I think she is scrambling to figure out how to fit all her new found passions in her car, along with all the rest of the stuff she brought, and what to work on in the dark days of winter when the only thing there is to do is study and watch marathon Netflix.

Brianna has done some amazing work pulling together archives and files, and organizing areas I thought I’d never get to.  The latest task was to take a huge bag of yarn reelings, that had been dyed with food grade dyestuffs, like Kool-aid, and Easter Egg Dye and organize it by color in a binder with formulas.  She is a great sleuth, and deciphered all the little scrawled pieces of paper from students that went with each sample.


The end result is a terrific reference.


My son heads to the middle east this week after a month training in El Paso.  My husband is scheduled to leave for Istanbul the end of next week, for a month, but that can change at any time.  I’m heading out in an hour or so, with 14 frame looms, 14 full size inkle looms, and 14 Structo four shaft looms, to teach weaving to a group of High School students at Peters Valley.  Bri got all the looms up and working, made all the kits, wound all the warps, and actually figured out how to fit it all in the car.  I will miss her terribly when she is gone, she is a great worker and wherever she ends up in life, they will be really lucky to have her…

And the produce continues to pour in from my generous gardens, my husband did an outstanding job this year, (like father like daughter?), and if he does indeed head to Turkey for a month, I’ll really really miss him too.  This little farmstead we have is not a one person job I can assure you.  I might have to investigate which one of my son’s friends is around to bribe with ham sandwiches…

Stay tuned…