klancast – Daryl's Blog

Quarantine recap…

I’ve talked to so many people who secretly admit to loving the simplicity of being at home and enjoying what little treasures life has to give. It is no secret that though financially it is tough having all of my work cancelled, I’ve been able to make use of the time, creating new work, and developing digital product. There are enough Zoom meetings a week, to keep me connected with knitting, weaving, and critique groups, and now a free artist lecture series at Peters Valley every Friday night, that I feel like I’m still part of a bigger whole. I’ve had friends come and sit on the deck and play recorders, and we have enjoyed the gardens, the weather, and just the simplicity of being together. I have not been out of the house except for a couple of runs to the post office, and the eye doctor and the dentist since March 15. I’m not complaining…

I’ve always done my own photography, I sort of have a degree in it, I’m not a novice around a camera, and early on in my career, I invested in a set of used strobe lighting and decent equipment, which after all these years, I’m grateful is still going strong. It has been on my “list” to do a photo shoot, long overdue, of all the work I’ve done recently, along with my daughter’s work, all of her knitted dragon shawls and cowls. She has those photos, so I won’t include them here, but suffice it to say we worked from about 10 am until about midnight, and shot more than 600 photos between the two of us. This is the first time using my office as the photo studio; prior to that I always spent a couple hours cleaning out the front end of my weaving studio, and then a couple hours putting everything back. You need a pretty sufficient amount of floor space to do an indoor photo shoot of garments using strobe lights.

Of course the major issue we had was the four animals, three large dogs and a cat, who insisted they had to be exactly where we were working. No matter how much we separated them, gave them marrow bones to chew, threw them outdoors, then kept coming back to be right under where we were working. (Yes, he is wearing a diaper. I have two intact champion males who enjoy pissing contests in the house. Belly bands made my life bearable again!)

The shoot went really well. I got everything photographed I had on the list, and so did my daughter. It was a really long day. But I felt really good about how well I used my time since I returned from Oregon in mid March and the entire world came crashing to a halt. It was really great to document what I’ve done. Of course at this point I’ve launched 7 patterns, and we are close to launching the swing coats. If you are interested, my digital patterns are available here.

I did photograph the princess seam jacket and the swing dress, though they aren’t made from handwoven, formal photographs were needed for use in the pattern directions, and promotional materials. Shooting stuff on me in the mirror isn’t the best advertisement for my patterns!

I also shot this vest, which I made last fall, for the guild sale. It didn’t sell, and I made it in a much larger size than I am, and I love it so much in the photograph, that I’m tempted to take it apart and cut it down to fit. The Pendleton Woolen Mill Worms are woven into a Theo Moorman inlay. All of the details can be seen on my website, the link to the gallery is here.

And so I was quite amazed at all the pieces I’ve done since I got back in March. One of the first things I tackled was a remake of a vest I made a few years ago, from the fabric I made in a Dianne Totten Crimp Cloth Workshop. I never liked the way it turned out, and it sat in the back of my closet for a couple of years. I finally dug it out and re-draped it and cut a lot out of the sides… Now I love it!

Then I worked on creating a swing skirt from my swing dress pattern. The fabric was woven a year or so ago, called Vertical Barriers.

I followed that by working with the Driftwood fabric. I created this dress with a semi attached leather yoke with sleeves. And I couched an embroidered design on the yokes, both front and back, and added beads.

The leftover Driftwood fabric and leather, went into making this motorcycle vest. Leather is pretty tough to photograph, there is no way around the glare of the lights. Even using diffused lighting with umbrellas. Leather shows everything. But I’m pretty happy with the photos.

I went from there to the swing coat from the handdyed wool/mohair yardage I wove at the end of last year. This one was a challenge, it is a combination of my 400 swing coat, which should be released shortly, and the hood and in-seam buttonholes from my 700 – 1700 tunic. One day I’ll write up a PDF of how I actually did this. It is on the list. The list is very long… I need more quarantine time…

And then I dove into a loom that has been sitting idle for years. It had about 30″ left of a Theo Moorman threading, poly sewing thread tie-down warps on a linen ground. I played with novelty yarns and stripped recycled fur. I had so much fun with this, I’m waiting to set up a loom specifically dedicated to this technique so I can play and create in a spontaneous way, which is so not what a weaver usually does…

The end result is this walking vest, it is a combination of my 600 walking vest pattern and the 800 zippered vest pattern with collar. Both are on the table for creating digital downloads, but it may be another couple of months.

It is amazing to look back over how productive you’ve been when the world is falling apart. I admit that it is sort of unusual to be so productive when everything looks so bleak. My daughter just rolls her eyes at me. I can assure you she is responding to all of this in a much different way. I’ve always thrived when the chips are down, by losing myself in my work. There is something about designing and executing something really difficult to take you away from current reality. It has always worked for me, through my own bout with cancer, through my husband’s cancer and subsequent death, through the raising of two young adults, to my son’s military deployments in the middle east. Keeping busy has always gotten me through.

And now come the tedious part, where I process the photos, update all of my social media, website, even the new patterns, because I have new images for the 1000 Swing Dress and the 200 Jacket with Princess Seam variation.

It is very satisfying to cross off a large project on the to-do list. Now I can move onto the next major hurdle, but I know that the new photo space in the office is quick to set up so I won’t have to wait a couple years between shoots!

Stay tuned…

All in a Day’s Work…

Actually, that title should read, all in a month’s work, but whose counting?

This has been a year so far, enough said… Obviously we are desperately seeking to return to some kind of normalcy, and to each of us, that means something different. My girlfriend came over yesterday, never came in the house, we sat across the deck from each other and chatted. They we played recorder. We were working on the Brandenburg Concerto, and though I’ve been practicing, I hadn’t played it with anyone else. And because it is such a lengthy score for something like 10 recorders, I am playing my part using Parts, which means in the music world, only your part is in front of you, not the whole score, so you don’t have a clue what anyone else is playing until you hear it. If you lose your place, good luck finding a way back in. But my friend and I managed to get through 1/3 of the score and it sounded pretty amazing on my little deck in my gorgeous gardens. The birds always sing along…

My friend said to me, that when things return to normal, the first thing on her agenda is a salon appointment. She has higher maintenance hair than I do, so I get that. I think my first priority is to get my hearing checked. Yes, it was on the list anyway. I know I have a hearing issue, I’ve known since I was 18 months old and was basically deaf. But that was fixed and my hearing is actually fine, actually a little overly sensitive. According to the people who have checked it in the past, my hearing is normal, but I have a processing disorder. I hear what you say, I just don’t understand what you say because unless I see your face, and am basically lip reading, it all comes in as a jumbled mess, especially if there is any background noise. I’m OK with instrumental music, but not when words are added. I watch my son sing along to things coming out of his phone, and none of it sounds like anything I can recognize. I’m sort of use to it and adjust. But the other day, when I went to the post office to mail a book to Canada, I had to have a conversation with the employee in the post office. Both of us were of course wearing masks, heavily gloved and well over 6 feet apart. She answered my query, but of course because I couldn’t see her mouth, I had no idea what she said to me. I explained that and asked if she could speak really slowly and separate her words carefully. She pulled her mask down and said, “No, I can’t, I’m Hispanic and we all talk this fast.”. We both started to laugh and it was such a lovely moment where we both acknowledged that the world is messed up and nothing is normal.

Worse though, is my eyes. I fear I have developed cataracts, and that with use everything gets cloudy and I can’t focus and I’m really struggling between three different pairs of glasses to get the job done. So hearing and eye appointments are top of my list. Those are sort of essentials for me…

My days are filled with typical things, a curtain valance ripped from the wall.

The culprits.

Fortunately my handyman was able to come in with wall toggles, and a mask and gloves and replace the brackets ripped out of the wall in short order. I sat in the dining room watching.

My gardens are lovely and I spend my meals sitting by the pond and enjoying what my late husband started and a well coordinated crew finished over the years since his death. Being outside like that I’ve noticed more of what actually happens in nature and it isn’t always pretty. We have a Blue Jay terrorist in the neighborhood. I always knew they were nasty little beasts but didn’t realize they were actual carnivores. Right in front of me, one flew in and stole a tiny baby robin from the nest. The bereft mother robin tried to save her baby and of course the blue jay won that round. I was just as bereft and couldn’t stop apologizing to her. We just looked at each other with despair. There were two other birds left in the next, so she and the dad continued to feed the babies while my friend and I played recorders on the deck. This morning I went out to see why the power was out to all my outdoor fixtures and the garage. I found blood all over the deck and a bit away on the walk, another dead baby bird. Again, the mother robin flew up and looked at me as if to say, the world is cruel, and we just have to carry on. My daughter cleaned up the carnage and I figured out the electrical problem. All in a day’s work.

My birthday was Friday. This is an important year, I turned 65 and am now on Medicare. Such a huge relief. As much as I appreciated having access to the Affordable Care Act this past year once my cobra from my late husband’s policy ended, I can’t tell you how worried I was about getting sick on the road because my very expensive insurance did not cover me outside of North Jersey. So this is a big deal. I made it to Medicare.

My birthday was actually lovely. My sister and my girlfriend made homemade cards, because you can’t really go and hang out in the card store and read cards. There are about 250 birthday wishes on facebook, and I haven’t made a dent in commenting, liking or whatever. Patience everyone. I live with my adult children for now, and my son came in from his overnight shift Friday morning, cooked an awesome brunch skillet, we had wine and he headed off to bed. Yes, I realize I was drinking at 10am. Don’t judge me… My daughter made sure I had plenty of wine and had ordered sushi take out from our favorite place the night before (they sell out quickly). So we have a gorgeous sushi platter, wine, and I never got out of my pajamas the whole day. I had spent the day in edits for my pattern support materials and was completely cross-eyed, but we sat down to start fixing one of the puzzles I got myself for my birthday. Three hours later, and some additional wine, and voila! This was one of my favorites. I want to fix it again soon. Without my daughter so it will take longer.

And so dear readers, it has been a busy month of editing and testing, and reworking and testing some more. Today I launched the 1700 Drop Shoulder Tunic pattern, earlier in the week I launched the 700 Set in Sleeve Tunic pattern. What’s the difference? My 700 tunic has a set in sleeve. It is more feminine and creates a better shoulder line, I much prefer it personally. It is the same sleeve I use in my jackets (patience, we are starting on them next) and it frames the upper body well.

But there was a need for the drop shoulder version, the sleeve and armhole are more like a man’s shirt sleeve, construction is different, and for the men in my classes this is a much preferred look. And for my younger students, or anyone wanting a more gender neutral garment it is more appropriate. The hood variation with the drop shoulder is pretty much my daughter’s wardrobe. View the pattern here.

What I really want to point out dear readers, is the huge amount of technical information available for free on my website. All of the directions for the patterns I’ve published at this point have been reformatted and refreshed, metric equivalents added, and they have all been heavily edited by a sewing professional editor. They are available here for free. No need to buy the pattern to take a look.

Those who have taken classes with me know I love using 15 denier nylon tricot as a seam finish. I highly recommend it for the tunics. I’ve procured a good amount, in about five colors (grey is back), and had my store tech support send me information about how to build a color choice into my supply listings. So if you want Fusi-Knit interfacing, there is one link, just choose from the drop down menu if you want white or black. And there is a link for 15 denier nylon tricot. Just pick the color you want. A 1 yd by 54″ pack is only $4. You’ll have to cut the bias strips yourself, but if you are ordering red dot tracer pattern paper and some interfacing, you can also pick up a pack or two of tricot. I haven’t figured out what to do about shipping because it is so ridiculous. The computer adds a shipping amount per item. Which I set. Which is fine, unless you are ordering multiple items and then shipping gets just silly. I have a query out to my tech support to figure out an alternative way. If your shipping comes to $60, or some ridiculous amount, know I will absolutely refund you the difference over what it costs to ship. I pretty much refund any amount more than about a $2.00 difference (there is the cost of the packaging to consider.)

As I build my instructions to be used by people who don’t take my classes, I understand that the next step for me will be accompanying videos. My daughter and I have a lengthy agenda. I fear I’ll start traveling again before I get to accomplish it all. Meanwhile, in an unrelated conversation with my editor from Threads, when I checked the proof of the Q&A column I answered on Stay Stitching, which will appear in the next issue I believe, I found out that the video I made for them on Stay Stitching is available for free under their basics heading. Access it here. This is such an important step during the construction process for me, and it would have been one of the first videos I produced to go along with my written information. But I don’t have to now, it exists already! I did 8 other videos for them about a year and a half ago, and over the last year and a half they were slowly edited and released. I believe the rest are all under the Threads Insider membership. There is some terrific content there, well worth the subscription. And I think the first two weeks are free, so as long as you are binge watching…

So dear readers, stay safe as things start to open up. Enjoy the outdoors, though sometimes it too can be cruel. Play with yarn, learn a new song, read a book, cook something awesome. This is a time of exploration.

Stay tuned…

A year of change…

I love that Facebook frequently pops up memories, some from many years ago, it is sort of bittersweet when they involved my husband, but when they involve the process of old work, or fun time with friends and family, they make me smile. I don’t always share them back on Facebook, but one “memory” popped up a few days ago, and it made me really smile.

First, let me back up and say that in my last post, there were a lot of very generous and lovely comments about where I am at this point in my challenging but entertaining life. The support from all of you has been a jewel shining in a sometimes dark and frustrating couple of years. Know that I read and cherish all the comments, especially now that I know about them, because my amazing guru of a tech guy found the issues that have been plaguing my blog for a couple of years. If someone asks a specific question, I will usually respond to them personally, though I suspect other readers would enjoy the response.

Judy from South East Queensland Australia wrote a rather lengthy comment with all kinds of questions, because she is building a studio and wanted input as to what makes mine happy and efficient.

“…Also with the high expectation of having a Studio built this year, can you write a post (and pics please)on how your studio functions, what other (than weaving) equipment do you find useful, What is the best way of storing your stash, equipment etc. Do you do your sewing in your weaving studio? What couldn’t you live without? What size is your studio? How many looms, wheels etc do you have,and are they all in your studio, I’m not being nosy I’m just trying to visualize how things will fit in my studio?”

Judy started her comment with a question about the tensioning device she noticed on the back of my new warp as I was beaming. It is from Harrisville Designs, probably easy to make yourself if you are handy, but I picked one up while I was teaching there a couple of years ago, and have never regretted it. I had dowels cut to the exact length of each of my looms, and when my daughter moved out and took half of my studio, and I had half to give her, that was the one piece of equipment I couldn’t part with. She won an award at a fiber show, a gift certificate from Harrisville, and guess what she bought!

Anyway, back to Judy’s comment. The memory that popped up on Facebook was the series of photos I took when my daughter, who was home from college and I ended up redoing my studio layout to accommodate more equipment and stash than any sane person could use in a lifetime. I blogged about it December 30, 2012. You can read the post here. The end result was a studio where everything fit, but was pretty difficult to navigate around, especially during the warping process of one of the four floor looms, because beams have to drop to the floor, and there wasn’t a lot of floor to drop to. Here is a sample…

This past year has been one of change for me personally, for obvious reasons, but also change for my house. I am struggling to hold onto my home, not financially, the house is paid off, but physically, it is a large house for one person, who needs a large studio, with a half acre of ponds and walkways, and gazebos and beautiful decks, all of which were not so beautiful this time last year. Things were falling apart, the house is a hundred years old, and renovations my husband and I did in 1982 when we bought this old house, all needed to be redone, and it cost a lot of money and a lot of competent people to get it up to code and safe.

I hired a painter, a family friend actually, who has become my general handyman, and I always have a list. Trust me. He has replaced outlets with units that also have USB ports in them, replaced lighting fixtures with state of the art LED lighting, painted almost every room in the house, and finished off areas that were never completed in the original renovations. He is careful and competent. The problem is that when you paint a room, the surrounding rooms look dismal and cluttered and cry out for their chance at a redo. So I redid.

The back half of my studio, as seen from the archway in the photo above, was an add-on we did in the mid 1980’s to give me sufficient room to run a business. The first floor had a den added on to the back of the house which pre-dated us, and we took advantage of the footprint, knocked off the roof and added an additional 15 feet of space to an existing 10 x 10 bedroom. It is safe from floods, heated in the winter and airconditioned in the summer. Can’t ask for more. Over the years, lighting changed, but not much else. The room needed major painting, but there was no way I was moving any of that crap out of the back half of my studio until I move from the house or die. But the front half, viewed from the newly painted hallway was cluttered, dismal and depressing. You can’t see in the photo that the walls were in really bad shape.

While I was at Siever’s last year, I had my contractor and my assistant work together to move out the stuff in the front half of my studio, and when I walked in the door I nearly cried. It was beautiful, calm and organized, and inviting. I look forward to many years of creativity. More on that in a minute…

Sidebar… The biggest change was that when my daughter moved out last January, she took my largest loom with her. That cleared a huge amount of floor space. I also moved one of the smaller looms and my entire office area to my bedroom, which was oversized and had contained not only our sleeping area but my husband’s large and cluttered office. All of that has been cleaned out and dismantled and my simple office and bookcases for my artbooks, one small floor loom, one of my two spinning wheels, and a round table in the corner for doing water color painting, lacemaking, designing, or just doodling, took a lovely spot in the house, brightly lit, opening onto the balcony, and made it into my own. It is probably the only room in the house my painter didn’t paint because I’m attached to the lace border my sister’s stenciled for me back in 2002, the weekend before I had a mastectomy. We did find matching paint, thank you Benjamin Moore, so any touch ups can keep the walls fresh and clean.

Back to the newly renovated studio.

From the hallway when you walk into the studio, it is bright and uncluttered. High wall cabinets were replaced with IKEA Hemnes units, which are wider and deeper than the Billie units in the bedroom photos above. Glass keeps everything dust free, and all my technical books, Burda pattern magazines, and all 15 Structo looms now have a place that is tidy and organized. I use floor standing OTT lites over the looms, because, well you can’t get any better true daylighting than focused OTT lites. All of my table looms are sitting on a surface that allows me to actually weave on them should I actually have a warp on to weave! I keep a small adjustable table, or a plant stand by the loom for my tea, and oft used tools that I don’t want to keep in the loom bench.

The back half remained unchanged but less cluttered. The cutting table moved back to the original position pre December 2012, it is a lovely height, with old kitchen cabinets built into the base, and I have a 2 yard rotary cutting mat on the top. There is always a project on the surface, it is the one place I’m pretty diligent about keeping clear, because a two yard cutting table is no good if you can’t get to it. There is also my ironing system, a gravity feed professional iron at the back of the studio on the window wall. Sadly I have to always keep the shades drawn because it is an east facing exposure and the morning sun can do a number on yarns and fabrics, fading is not an option. But if I’m doing a lot of ironing…

The stash on the left wall uses very old particle board shelving I first bought back in the mid 80’s, and the best thing besides the adjust-ability of the shelves is that the shelves are 16″ deep. Plenty of room to stuff yarn cones and fabrics, swatch binders and notions. At some point this year my assistant and I will cull through all the debris on the top of the units, eliminating much of what’s there, and I am looking forward to that.

The right side of the back half of my studio has a large worktable, which is really a large desk, with a table loom and the serger, and in the corner my lovely wonderful Janome 6600, which I’ve had since 2006 and will go with me to the grave. I know the corner looks dark, but trust me, one of the last things my husband did for me before he got sick was to install copious amounts of under the cabinet LED lighting that I can engage when I want to actually see what I’m doing. And there is an OTT lite there too. The back corner of that wall has my stash of hand dyed skeins, and buried in the corner is the proverbial barrel that every weaver needs to hold sticks and assorted tall slender things that well, every weaver needs. And in the middle of the work table is a Himalayan salt lamp, because, well, you can’t have enough serenity. Does it work? I have no idea, but my husband would pick them up with Groupons and I have them all over the house. The warm orange glow is a respite from the constant barrage of blue light devices, and there is a calmness about my house that is centering and welcoming.

And so, what a transformation in the last year, and what a transformation from 5 years ago. Judy I hope this answered some of your questions. If I were building a studio, I’d make sure electric outlets were at counter top height. Mine are not in convenient locations requiring snakes of power strips all around. Lighting is critical, and a place for everything. If it doesn’t fit, you don’t need it. Really. That’s my New Year’s resolution. I’m sticking to it. Check back this time next year to see how I did…

Stay tuned…

Endings and beginnings…

2017 is on its way out, and though it wasn’t as traumatic as 2016, it represented its own challenges. I thought about why this holiday season was tougher than last year, my husband had only been gone about 6 months before we gathered with family for Christmas, but last year, I was numb, in denial, my husband who traveled extensively for work was going to walk in the door at any moment, wasn’t he? Family and friends kept me surrounded and safe, but this year was the beginning of taking charge of my life, by myself, with the help of paid contractors and technical support, and recognizing that my husband wasn’t ever going to come back and I had to figure it out alone. The numbness is gone, replaced by a new energy and to be truly honest, a complete exhaustion.

Everything in my life has to be reevaluated. And that includes my business. I don’t have to be on the road constantly, and that proved out by all the crap that happened to my house while I was on the road, in spite of having it crawling with contractors, like the hot water heater exploding while I was in California. Fortunately a contractor and my son caught the malfunction before any damage happened, but I am solely responsible for this piece of property my husband and I built together and it is tiring. I keep feeling like at some point, it should run like a well oiled machine, but so far… NOT!

What to keep and what to toss is a huge issue. My husband was a bit of a hoarder and I will take responsibility for the hoards of textile raw materials and equipment stored in my studio and attic, my excuse at the moment for not even wanting to go up in the attic is that it is 15 degrees outside.

What to apply to and what to let go has been a huge decision. Requests for proposals for 2019 conferences are rolling in and I just can’t. The thought of starting the application process and actually attending yet another conference is too much for me to even think about right now. I am so done. The travel, the packing, the prep, the hours, the grueling pace, the 150 pounds of luggage, I’m done. I’ve been doing this since the mid 80’s. I would ultimately like to just go out on the road a couple times a year, do my 5 day garment construction retreats, and then hibernate. I have so much to keep me busy and absolutely no time to enjoy the things I love. Even this, my down time, is filled with stuff to prep and rework before this horrifically busy teaching/workshop season starts in the spring. I think if I can get through this year, I’ll have won the right to sit back and play. We all know I’m being delusional, but let me have my vision of the future for just this brief moment.

Most of the house has been repainted and reorganized for my needs, and I adore it. If there has been one outstanding gift this year, it is that my home is now my safe space. It is calming and uncluttered (except the parts I can’t see like the attic) and for that I’m very very grateful. Thank you to all the contractors that made this happen.

My holidays were simple, the kids and I went to relatives. First time ever I wasn’t home Christmas day. It felt good. The food was wonderful, my sister an awesome hostess and I passed through a difficult holiday largely intact. Everyone around me is sick, so I expect I’m next, but usually one recovers and I have things to entertain me. And a six pack of Puffs tissues laced with Vicks. The best.

One evening at my sister’s, we all sat around the table decorating gingerbread houses. It was a blast. May all your gingerbread houses start out with a classic weave structure. In this case a basket weave or log cabin.

The week before Christmas I headed up the 2 hour drive over the river and up the parkway to Newtown CT, home of the Taunton Press, and the Threads Magazine holiday party. It was fun to play with all the editors and other contributors that I only know through emails. I have another six page article due January 20th, this one on bound buttonholes, and all the step out samples and finished garment are due before I head off on an adventure with Peters Valley to Cuba the end of the month. No pressure.

My annual Christmas towels came off the loom the week before Christmas. I know relatives and friends are probably getting tired of getting dishtowels from me, but too bad. Re-gift them. It is what you are getting. The draft came from Handwoven Magazine Sept/Oct 2017.

And I actually managed to put a warp on my empty loom, once I pulled the towel warp off, and this one was a challenge. But I’m happy with it, and it will be fun to weave off, colors changing with every advance of the cloth. The warp is 10 yards long, mixed fibers, all cellulose, and the weft is a rayon linen combination. I have no idea what it will be because I never think that far ahead. I started out with two handpainted warps, (painted by me of course) two handpainted skeins (also painted by me) that were wound circularly on a warping board into 10 yard warps with the colors lining up, a hand dyed cotton tape, and a solid commercial rayon bouclé.

Enjoy the photos. Especially the one where the dog decided she would be helpful.

Have a great new year dear readers, filled with lots of fibery things, and for those of you who don’t weave or knit or spin or sew or work with any kind of fiber, maybe this is the year!

Stay tuned…

“Techie” is investigating the fatal errors

As a test I built a duplicate blog for Daryl on another server. It doesn’t have the last two blog entries from Daryl, but it does have all the rest. As a test I would like to have the readers of her blog to access and read that duplicate site. As of now I have not seen any errors there, but it is only me accessing and testing the site.

It is located at:
http://www.daryllancaster.com/wordblog/

If you could try and access that site a couple of times over the next day or two using either a browser or an RSS feed, I will look at the access logs to see if there are any errors generated. If you want you can enter a comment as well, just trying to exercise the different parts of the wordpress installation to see how it works.

Thanks in advance for your test access.

Cheers
Kevin “the techie”

ps: if you have subscribed to Daryls Blog you may get an email from that second test site, I apologize in advance and I will turn it off after this test.