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Seriously, I”m just testing a PHP upgrade.  There is nothing of interest today, except I’m spending the entire day with my computer guy…  You can’t even imagine…

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Alice’s Restaurant Redux…

Thanksgiving is a time of well, thanksgiving.  At least that’s the purpose, a time to give thanks for everything you have, the people you love, and well, this year it has been just a bit harder to give thanks.  In fact, my wonderful incredible sister, came to my house for this Thanksgiving, bearing gifts in the form of matching T-shirts.

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However, turns out, this was one of the best Thanksgivings I’ve ever had.  I’m not sure how I can even describe how all this feels, because last year, we knew it was most likely my husband’s last Thanksgiving, and he couldn’t eat without vomiting, and even though we all struggled valiantly to hold on to one more gathering as a family, it was pretty grim.

This year though, all of that is behind us.  My wonderful incredible sister, the one bearing T-shirts, came with her family to be a support, a friend, a comrade in crime, a drinking partner, and to help do the impossible.  This was a time of renewal, of new traditions.  My children cooked dinner.  We had steak on the grill, a fabulous sweet potato casserole from the Thanksgiving issue of Real Simple, and some frozen green beans from Trader Joe’s.  It was lovely, delicious, simple and the women got to kick back and have a drink and enjoy the day.

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My daughter set the table, it looked lovely.

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My son left for Target, to open the store for the pre-black Friday mob, and the rest of us went to the garage for an Alice’s Restaurant redux…

There was a Thanksgiving many many years ago. About 52 years ago I believe.  Arlo Guthrie is one of my all time heroes, I have heard him many times in concert, and I even had the privilege of hearing the 45th anniversary (I think) of Alice’s Restaurant at Carnegie Hall.  I know every part of it, from the 8 x 10’s to the circles and arrows, to the pile of garbage, to the group W bench with the father stabbers and other sorts.  It was a testament to dysfunctional government, a sign of the times, the Vietnam war draft, and a Thanksgiving where good friends helped out by cleaning out the church and got arrested just trying to find a place to dump the garbage.  If you are one of the very few who don’t know this story, curl up, it is 18 minutes long, and listen to something as relevant today as it was 52 years ago.  Thanks to a great friend on facebook, the actual newsclipping from the Berkshire Eagle surfaced!

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Anyway, I digress…

My husband wasn’t the most organized person in the world.  Though he claimed to know where everything was, none of us did.  I hid a set of tools in my studio because I could never find a hammer, or screwdriver, or if I found the battery operated drills, I couldn’t find charged batteries.  You couldn’t walk in the second bay of the garage, and I was completely overwhelmed by the thought of ever seeing the floor again, finding lost tools, or ever having the ability to park a car in there.

And so it began.  By Thursday evening, we had much of the contents pulled out, and already had filled one car with a load for the dump.  First thing Friday morning, off I went, only to find the dump closed.  :-(

So we piled all the debris into the driveway, in the rain, and the actual trash we loaded into 20 contractor bags and put it out to the curb where the wonderful sanitation workers picked up the garbage at 5:30am Saturday.  When we woke up on Saturday, I cooked a great breakfast, alongside my son, he made the bacon and eggs, and I cut up fruit and made egg-nog French Toast.  The best.  Fortified, we headed back to the dump, and made six trips.

My brother in law, and my nephew each filled their own trucks and headed back to Maryland to donate the contents to a Boys and Girls club where my brother in law works.

Because my sister came and did the impossible, assisted by my children, her husband, and her son, I can now park in my garage, both cars…

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And I can find tools.  Lots of tools.  I think I actually have more screwdrivers than Ace Hardware.  Eventually my children will take many of the tools when they move out, but for now, if I need a screwdriver, I actually can find one.

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On Sunday, my children and I welcomed a new member of the family, Ranger, a two year old male Norwegian Elk Hound.  That’s him on the lower right, along with our princess Saphira, the 9 year old.  He is an energetic teenager, looking to get into trouble, but he is really sweet and fills the void somewhat that happened when our other dog died two months ago of pancreatic cancer.  This year has been full of losses, but this Thanksgiving was full of hope, of friendship, of renewal, of new traditions, and of course family.  There was no political drama, there was only respect.  There was light, and energy, and peace.  I will be truly grateful of a great memory of my first Thanksgiving without my husband and our beloved dog.

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Speaking of new traditions, my daughter went to Maryland the weekend before Thanksgiving to see my mom.  Her health has been unsteady, and my daughter wanted to spend a little time with her, because well, this year has been full of losses and she is afraid my mom will become yet another one.  My mom loved to make fruitcake.  I know, I’m one of the rare people who actually like that bit of tradition, and my mom made a wicked 100 proof fruitcake.  She is now too old to continue that tradition, so she turned the recipe, the directions and the soaking tin over to my daughter, who hates fruitcake, but loves that she can continue the tradition.  So Brianna made a fruitcake Thanksgiving morning, and will marinate it in brandy over the next four weeks and then distribute it to everyone at Christmas.

And my own tradition, now a few years old, continues.  I started weaving dishtowels as holiday gifts and the response was terrific.  They are great for shower/wedding/birthday gifts as well.  But first I had to clear my larger 8 shaft loom.

So this happened…

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Can I say how much in love I am with this fabric, that came about from the need to just sit and make my brain figure something out in the deepest part of my grief last summer.  I had four unrelated skeins of oddly dyed yarn, leftover from a dye day. I blogged about it here

So now the fabric is off, and I get to do something cool with it, and then I warped up the loom with some pretty towels, using just what was hanging about in my stash.  A two pound cone of a white textured cotton, and a two pound cone of a flax  colored cotton.  I had some tiny leftover cones of Cotlin left from towels I did a number of years ago, and I’m adding a colored stripe at each end of the towel.  The design is from a book I found in my travels, 18 Towels on Four Warps by Carol Berry.  I bought it from Halcyon Yarn a couple of months ago so I know it is current.

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And so, I’m really thankful for traditions, old and new ones, and for family who once again, did the impossible.  I’m thankful for my children, for the help and support they have been, and stepping up to the plate to make new traditions for all of us.  I’m grateful for the chance to get to know our new dog, and for simple things like a garage you can park in, and tools that are accessible.  And I’m really grateful that unlike that Thanksgiving long ago, that no one got arrested.  I was able to wait until the dump reopened on Saturday…

Stay tuned…

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Tapestry Tale…

I graduated from Montclair State College (now University) in 1977, with a degree in fine arts.  That was a long time ago.  It is where I learned to weave, to spin, to enjoy the range of fiber techniques I now take for granted.  It is really where I learned to think, to see, to compose, to appreciate.  In my senior year of college, I was privileged to have a year long internship at a well known rug store in the Northern NJ area, called Einstein Moomjy.  I had a Cranbrook Loom set up in their showroom, and for minimum wage, I sat and demonstrated Wednesday evenings and all day Saturday.  I completed 5 tapestries while I was working there.  I knew then that I really had no interest in following a tapestry medium, because my real love was clothing, though I also acknowledged that I’d eventually have to earn a living and with no loom, and no real means of becoming a conceptual artist at 22 years old, I’d need to look beyond my immediate education.

Fortunately I was able to purchase a loom, with a bit of an inheritance from one of my grandmother’s, and there it sat while I began my life teaching crafts for the Craft Showcase in Paramus Park, a mall in Paramus, NJ.

My father, who was the credit manager of the now defunct Scott Paper Company, which had its corporate offices near the Philadelphia International Airport, had paid for my college education.  He asked me when I graduated, if I would be willing to weave a tapestry for his office.  How could I refuse?  So I sketched out some ideas for one more tapestry, after a visit to his office, which was decorated in a very definite 70’s modern style, grey and orange theme.  My father retired in the 1980’s from corporate life, and died of a heart attack at the young age of 72.  Meanwhile, the tapestry found its way to my parents house at the Jersey shore, where it hung proudly until my mom sold that house, a number of years after his death and moved to Maryland with her new husband, a man she went to High School with, she had known since she was 13.  It is a sweet story, but I digress…

The tapestry ended up in the back of my closet, forlorn and unloved, it certainly didn’t work in my house, yet it wasn’t something I could just donate to Goodwill.

Fast forward to January of 2016.

My husband was a huge Devils fan, he loved ice hockey, and had season tickets to the Devils for many years, seeing them win two Stanley Cups, and only gave up his season tickets when he became a global traveler and could no longer attend regular games.  In December of last year, a notice came out to Montclair State alumni, about a networking opportunity to gather with fellow alumni and staff, at a Devils Game.  There would be a small reception and buffet, followed by the game and then photos on the ice afterward.  I could bring a guest. My husband who was really really sick from all of the treatment had had undergone for stage three esophageal cancer visibly brightened when I suggested the tickets, and by January he felt recovered enough from that round of treatment to go with me to this event.  It was one of the great joys I still have thinking of him in the center of the ice, where I shot this photo.  It played in a loop, along with many other important moments in his life, during the viewing and subsequent funeral when he died in June.

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Again, I digress…

During the reception/buffet at the arena back in January, the gentleman behind me, a tall guy, probably a few years younger than I was, with an Australian accent, struck up a conversation with me, he noticed I was a fine arts major but his badge had flipped around and I couldn’t tell what major he was nor what year he graduated.  Turns out his sister back in Australia was an artist and the subject came up of what an artist does with old work, especially once it no longer represents the current body of work.  I completely identified with this dilemma, as we all know I make clothing, not tapestries, and I am definitely not a collectible in the art world.  I don’t even sell my work any longer, actually haven’t for years, unless someone falls in love with an old piece, and it fits them, and then I let them make me an offer.

Continuing the theme of old work, I mentioned to this tall Australian, that in fact, I had a piece, an old tapestry which had been woven for a corporate office for my father in the 70’s.  I didn’t have the heart to destroy it, but who would want a dated tapestry, that probably wasn’t my best work, I was only 23 at the time, and largely self taught in the tapestry process.  There was a large portion of handspun, dyed a lovely gold with onion skins, but that wouldn’t make it any more appealing.

The Australian gentleman said as he flipped his badge around, that he was in fact the dean of the Feliciano Business School at Montclair State University, and they had just opened a brilliant new building on campus and it was sorely lacking artwork for the walls and if an alumni were to donate a work of art to the University, they would be obligated to hang it.

I nearly dropped my plate of food….

Of course I followed up immediately and as in academia, everything takes a long time to happen, but I’m thrilled to say that today, my son and I, accompanied by my dear fiber friend Diane Savona, also an alumni of Montclair, met the Dean and his staff at the Feliciano School of Business for a small reception and lunch to celebrate the installation of my tapestry in the Dean’s suite.  They had a plaque and everything.

When I dropped the tapestry off in May, I walked into the building for the first time and I was shocked that the decor, the architecture, and color scheme, was a modern 1970’s.  In fact the large fiber work at the top of the central spiral staircase from the lobby of the building, was an Alexander Calder fiber piece, (I didn’t know he worked in fiber) in similar colors from 1975.  If I had designed a tapestry to hang in this space, I couldn’t have done a better job.

So thank you Dean Cant for giving my tapestry a permanent home.  My dad is smiling.

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Thank you to my son who accompanied me today, and spent an entertaining lunch conversing with the Dean about military weapons systems and the integration of technology and innovation.

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And here is the permanent home for my father’s tapestry.  I wish my husband could have been there with me today. Closure is a wonderful thing…

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Stay tuned…

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Drum Roll Please…

I sat down tonight to finally write this blog, but my entire website was down, including the blog.  Technology.  Eye Roll… So I went into the studio and designed my annual dishtowel warp.  Everything seems to be working now, after I contacted the hosting company, so settle in,  I can assure you already it is going to be a long one.  I thought about writing it in a couple of parts, but really, I’m just going to plow through it and if you don’t want to read to the end, no problem.

About a year ago, Kathrin Weber of Blazing Shuttles social media fame approached me about team teaching a back to back retreat in the Outer Banks of NC.  Kathrin is an amazing weaver, dyer and teacher, and the idea was that participants in her workshop could then make a garment in my workshop the following week.  We ended up keeping the two classes separate, though a couple of students stayed right the entire two weeks with some down time in the middle, but they brought their own fabric for my part of the retreat.  Kathrin and I hadn’t ever actually taken each other’s workshop, so we weren’t really sure what happened in each other’s workshop and I can assure you, as a result of these amazing 10 days for each of us, we do now.

First off, Kathrin is incredible.  I do not know how it can possibly be that we don’t really know each other.  We are only about 6 months apart in age, both started our weaving careers in the 70’s.  Though she is from the southern parts of the country, and I’m from the north east, we were at many of the same shows, many of the same conferences, even at the airport together at some point I understand.  We roomed together for the entire 10 days, and I feel like I found a long lost sister.  It was a privilege to spend time getting to know her.  And I went down to the retreat a few days early to catch the tail end of Kathrin’s workshop, to see what the students made with all of her gorgeous hand dyed warps.  OMG!

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Linda Ihle was the organizer for the retreat, held at a beach front resort of sorts, called the Sea Ranch Resort.  The workshops were held in the event room, with a fabulous restaurant right across the hall (killer sangria) and all sorts of vacation destination things to do.  Linda was at times too busy being the organizer, so I sat down and wove some of her warp, getting a feel for the structure and the weft color rotation.  Kathrin had all sorts of projects the participants could make with their warps, lots of rep weave, turned taqueté, twill variations, and log cabin.

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One of the projects was a Japanese Market Bag, it opens out flat as a mat, and has numerous drawstrings which form it into a bag.  I made one up for Linda the last day of Kathrin’s class, and she let me bring home the remaining fabric to make one for me!  Way too much fun.

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The weekend between the two workshops was really like a vacation, a mini getaway.  First off, our condo was on the third floor and ocean front.  I would lay in bed in the morning and all I could see out the windows was water, gently lapping or angry waves pounding the shore, depending on the weather, typical of the Atlantic coast.

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Every morning I woke to this…  I kept thinking I died and went to heaven.

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On Saturday, Linda’s brother, who is a helicopter pilot and gives tours of the Outer Banks,  took a few of us on a helicopter ride, Linda, Kathrin and I went in the first trip up.  Wow.  Just wow…

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On Sunday morning, Kathrin and I went to the Wright Brothers Memorial, just down the road, and we got there one week before it shut down for two years for a complete restoration.  The plane had been removed and sent off to a museum in Raleigh, but the guided tour was amazing.  The guide was brilliant and I found myself tearing up at the end when he talked about innovators who never gave up, comparing them to innovators of today who are determined to find a cure for cancer, get to Mars, and do things that no one ever thought possible.  My husband and I came here back in the 70’s.  I felt like he was right beside me.  I remembered all of it.  I took no photos.  Didn’t need to.

My workshop started Monday morning, and I had 13 students plus Kathrin, who stayed on for a few days to get a sense of what I taught, how the silhouettes worked and how we could work together in the future, given the limitations of workshop yardage which tends to be narrow with heavier yarns for speed.  In fact, because most of the class brought yardage from hand dyed warps, it was the most challenging layout segment I’ve ever had.  Some of the hand dyed warps that were not purchased from Kathrin had little or no predictable repeat, which made cutting out a garment super challenging.  Kathrin has repeats in all her warps, and after talking realized that smaller repeats would be advantageous for garments like jackets.

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Because I offer all kinds of silhouettes now, not just the classic jacket, we had all kinds of challenges as well, especially with those who chose to do longer garments with hand painted warps.  But the facility was amazing, there was plenty of space to work.

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We had participants making jackets, some with a standard band and some with the new shawl collar.

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We had participants making swing coats.  It was fun to watch them twirl!  Linda finished her coat with a felt collar within the week and had it posted on facebook!  Many of them still needed sleeves in these photos, but most had them in by the end of the class.

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And we had participants making the long walking vest.

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Of course everyone wanted more time, even though we worked many nights until after 10pm!  Two of the participants had to leave before the class photo, so they are included separately.

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I loved this group, and this experience, and I’m really looking forward to next year.  The class may already be full!  Thank you Linda!

Stay tuned…

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Not everyone can win…

No, this is not about the election.  I’ve said all I’m going to say.

Anyone who has read my blog for awhile knows I have a pretty talented and amazing daughter, who just turned 24.  She found weaving somewhere around 15 years old, even though she grew up around my studio, demoing with me, etc.  She is passionate about it.  She has commandeered my 45″ 8 shaft Tools of the Trade Loom.  It is officially hers now.  And she loves her little Ashford folding table loom, the one she got for a high school graduation present, also 8 shaft.  In reality, lack of shafts has not discouraged her.  She just picks up threads when she needs them in another place.

Two years ago, I encouraged my daughter to enter the Blue Ridge Fiber Show, because sending images ahead wasn’t required.  Send them the descriptions of two pieces and you are in.  I’ve judged this show in the past, and it is pretty amazing.  There were at the time two classifications of entrants, professional and amateur.  She definitely fit the latter.  I also entered the show, and sent two pieces each in both the handweaving and felting categories.  I blogged about the experience here.  Needless to say, we were both blown away when not only did I receive awards for one of my woven garments and one of my felted garments, but both of the entries she sent got honorable mentions and one of the pieces received the HGA award, a prestigious ribbon that I haven’t ever won in all my years of exhibiting.

I tried to explain to my daughter that though the pieces she sent were pretty amazing, that it was sort of beginners luck that she took awards on both pieces.  As any parent will do, it is important to give perspective and cushion the blow when you don’t win.  It isn’t about winning.  It is about sharing with the public our passion, and letting them know what’s possible with a loom, some yarn and some perseverance.

In the spring, I showed my daughter the entry form for Fiber Celebration 2016 in Colorado.  I had little new work to show.  This has been a difficult year for time in the studio.  I sent images of a couple of pieces of yardage and was thrilled when one got in.  So my daughter did the image thing, and entered, and was also thrilled that one of her pieces was accepted.  Her resume was growing.  Because the piece was less than two years old, she could enter the same piece she entered at the Blue Ridge Show where she won the HGA award.

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I explained that not everyone gets in when they apply, I would know, I could paper my entire bedroom with rejection notices.  Imagine my surprise when she found out that she won 3rd place in the two and three dimensional category.  She just looked at me and grinned.  Two out of two, or three out of three if you count actual works entered.  Her batting average is way up there.

And so this fall, when the Blue Ridge Show came ’round again, I gathered up what I could to exhibit, one of the yardage pieces that did not get accepted to the Colorado show, and a new handwoven trench coat, that I barely finished in time.  It was a pretty classic silhouette, which I adored, but I never expected an award because it was so classic and traditional.  I loved the coat, but it didn’t push any boundaries.  I loved the yardage too, as I should.

My daughter put two woven pieces in the show, one was a length of yardage, subtle in its coloring and patterning, even better viewed from a distance.  She did not take a formal photo of it before sending it off, but had a small scrap from the beginning of the yardage where she cut the handling piece.

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Opening night came and went, and Brianna begged me to contact anyone I knew in the area to see if we won.  I tried to explain that someone would have noticed and called, but that entering isn’t about winning.  One of my friends who also entered did email me how upset she was that she didn’t win, and having been a judge many many times, I tried to explain how subjective judging is, and how it isn’t a reflection on the piece, etc, etc, etc.  I explained that any good fiber show will show a range of possibilities and that entering is really important so the public sees what we as a community can do.

Time went by and I know Brianna was disappointed but I was confident that she would learn to understand that it isn’t about winning.

Imagine my surprise when I heard her screaming text all the way from NJ while I was in the middle of a class in North Carolina.  She had opened the mail to find this…

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Not only had her yardage won first in the Emerging Artist yardage category (no longer called amateur), but I took first place with my tartan coat in the “Experienced” garment category and second place in the Experienced yardage category.  Another windfall for the Lancaster duo.  I’ve officially given up trying to explain to my daughter that not everyone can win.  One day she will find out on her own.  But for now, I’m really enjoying watching her soar, watching her enthusiasm over something I’ve loved my whole life.  I love seeing what she dives into next.  She is weaving rings around me, she is a much more competent and explorative weaver than I ever was at that age, and I have a degree in Fine Arts.  Her’s is in the sciences.

So here are my winning pieces, the yardage, a silk twill, hand dyed raw silk…

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And my beloved Tartan, woven out of small scraps of leftovers from knitting projects and odd bits of stuff off the shelf.  I never got a formal photo before I sent it off, which is a first for me, because I know how important it is to have a professional photo before anything leaves my possession, but I’m trusting that the wild fires that are slowly creeping towards the Arboretum in the North Carolina mountains stay 30 miles away and that my fiber friends in that area will all be spared and that my lovely coat with the camel insets will find its way home to me in January.

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Stay tuned…

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