Mulder – Daryl's Blog

Vernal Equinox

Tuesday it was 85 degrees. Today it was 43 degrees, cold, windy, and bone chilling. This is spring in NJ.

Still… My son came and helped me clean out the vegetable garden, and I got my lettuces planted. It felt wonderful to play in the mud…

My goal was to finish the natural dye class I started a year and a half ago, through Maiwa in Vancouver by the time spring came. I valiantly plowed forward, through the winter, through the snow storms, creating color and embracing knowledge, and it has been a fantastic journey. I have a huge pile of samples, that have been washed, ironed, and are ready for final tagging, putting in a journal, and putting on the shelf. I’ve learned so much. I’m going to try to keep the indigo vat going, we will see how successful I am with that. I have an herbal friend, whom I’ll be taking a medicinal herb class starting the end of April, through the county arboretum, coming tomorrow to help sort and label all the samples. She has lots of dye stuffs, and I look forward to dyeing with a friend in the coming weeks.

As the weather allowed, I started wandering the gardens, looking for things popping up, digging under all the leaf mulch from last fall, to find smothered ground cover. I was rewarded with a lovely snow crocus, not sure where they came from, not something I planted, but a beautiful, lovely surprise.

So of course, I grabbed a bunch of yarn and dove in. Cause I had an empty loom…

I wound all the skeins into cakes, noting how much I had of each.

I wound the warp…

I threaded the loom…

I beamed the warp…

And I started sampling wefts, deciding on a lovely brown wool, though I probably won’t have enough to do all 10 yards. I’ll see how far my stash takes me and then come up with plan B…

My pond guys came today. They do a spring cleaning, drain the ponds, removing fish and apparently I had a frog, who knew, power wash, refresh, hook up filters, and get everything ready for the spring. I have two ponds, which I’ve talked about extensively, I got to see the tank holding the goldfish (and frog) while they cleaned one of the ponds. I had to leave for rehearsal so I didn’t get to see all the very large koi from the second pond.

Considering how brutal this winter was, I was so happy that it looks like all my fish survived. I had some damage to the second pond, a huge crack in the upper spillway, which my pond guy tried to repair. I may have to take a hair dryer out there by the weekend to get the patch to dry. It is damp and rainy at the moment. The waterfall had a leak, which he fixed as well. I’m crossing my fingers the water level holds. I hate mucking around the ponds when the water is freezing.

The end of March, I had my first of many spring concerts, this one with New Jersey Early Music. I played both bass recorder, and cello. That’s me in the back row on the right. It is so much fun to play/perform, with some really great, talented people. We all spend countless hours practicing, rehearsing, dressing up, and performing. All volunteer. They have all been so patient and kind as I try hard to learn the cello. I’m finally at a point where I don’t wince as I draw the bow across. Much of the time now, I love the sound I get.

My next concert is April 19th, with Montclair Early Music.

I took a drive down to Maryland last weekend, to have a good visit with my almost 95 year old mom. She has had some issues this winter, which was tough on everyone, and spent much of it in and out of the hospital. I couldn’t believe how fantastic she looked when I got down there, I want to be her when I grow up.

I’m hoping any day now to hear the Sweet Georgia Yarn Podcast I recorded a few weeks ago. And a week or so ago, I was a panelist on the Handweavers Guild of America Careers in Textiles Symposium. As I sat staring at the screen, in my best professional expression, Mulder is getting into all sorts of situations to grab my attention… This basket sits on the desk where I’m recording… He makes me laugh…

We have had some pretty rainy weather, and earlier in the week, on the way to one of my many rehearsals, it started to rain, even though the sun was shining. Sure enough, as I headed southeast, every time I turned a corner or went around a bend, there was the most spectacular rainbow waiting for me. I felt like it was a sign from the universe that all will be well. At one point, I went around a bend and there was a double rainbow.

The world is a mess right now. I’m sick with worry about things I can’t do anything about. But spring is here, and nature has a way of thumbing its nose at the stupidity of man, and blossoming forth in spite of us. I’m energized, and hopeful. My daughter gave me a portable watercolor set with sketchbook, so I can draw my garden wherever I am. I drew the first spring flower I saw.

Stay tuned…

On turning 70…

May flew by in a whirlwind of events, opportunities and some major gardening…

It rained…

It is hard to figure out what to start with, since May is the month of blooming flowers, and my gardens didn’t fail to impress me. Things I planted probably 15 years ago, popped up, like foxglove, which I thought had died, but there they were in all their magnificence.

And the bearded irises, I thought all the pretty colored ones had vanished from my yard years ago. My landscape designer says it has to do with not mulching, and disturbing the surrounding soil, things that were dormant in the ground suddenly come to life.

Azaleas were gorgeous…

The red columbine climbed high…

And the peonies…

The native Cross Vine was in glorious color over the front of the gazebo.

And I discovered a Christmas fern, tucked under a Hosta, which I’d never seen before. I drew it.

It rained in May. A lot… 10.5 inches according to my frequently dumped rain gauges…

I found the most interesting insects, like this one… A Lady Beetle (lady bug) larvae. The pictures on the internet of it morphing into a lady bug are adorable.

And my frogs. Almost unheard of anymore in NJ, I have a few. They found my ponds. I look for them every day. They just sit on the rocks by the pond, zapping up bugs and flies and things that all contribute to a healthy ecosystem.

The first year growth of all of my newly planted natives is unprecedented.

Because you know, it rained… Did I mention that?

And then this happened…

My neighbor, who has a healthy amount of young grandchildren visit regularly, wants a sterile yard for her grandkids to play in. She isn’t happy I have a huge host of native bees, snakes, koi and goldfish ponds, frogs, and all sorts of beneficial bugs. She wants her precious cargo protected. It is hard to explain to people the destruction of entire ecosystems, and how much we are destroying all we take for granted with such short sighted actions. I’m compiling as much data as I can find on what the company uses, a synthetic version of Pyrethrum and hoping to at least give her a bit of education. Wish me luck…

On a happier note, I finished knitting my socks! I started them a couple years ago. Obviously there is little time for knitting. But I started a new sweater, hopefully that won’t take a couple years.

Mother’s Day, weeks ago at this point, my beloved son came and cooked for me. He made beer batter fried cod tacos, they were delicious. He hated my knives. He said he figured out what to get me for my birthday…

A couple weeks ago, I turned 70. It was a big deal because I’m triumphantly moving into Act III of my life and enjoying every minute of it. The world around me is imploding as I write, and I’m so appalled I’m paralyzed, but in my own small space in that world, I do what I can to make the world a better place, especially for the future. Leave things better than you found them…

I had no plans, so I asked a music friend to take me to lunch in Montclair, NJ. We play recorders with Montclair Early Music, and he lives in that town. I went to college in that town as well, so it holds a special place. He took me for Thai food, we had a lovely lunch, and then as a surprise, he took me a couple doors down from the restaurant to the Arthur Murray dance studio, for a tango lesson. It was just the most glorious fun. Backstory, at the spring concert for Montclair Early Music, we played a couple of challenging tango numbers. The director of the group brought in the principal dancers from the local Arthur Murray dance studio, who performed a tango for one of the numbers. My friend and I remarked about how much fun it looked and wouldn’t it be something to try… And so he signed us up for a lesson. I’d like to find a way to fit dance lessons into my already overflowing schedule. These are first world problems I know… I wish I had a picture!

That night, my son promised to take me to a new restaurant in town, very high end, and raved about on social media. We walked to the restaurant, in the rain, did I mention it rained this month, and to my complete shock, my sisters and their husbands, and my daughter who had just left for work just a couple hours before, or so I thought, were all sitting at the bar waiting for me. I was touched, one sister drove up all the way from Maryland for the occasion. It was a glorious night, and my gratitude for my son and sisters for arranging it all, knows no bounds.

Besides dinner and dancing lessons, people who know me well, gave me some much appreciated gifts. A wooden puzzle from my friend…

A hand crocheted sunflower for the garden from another friend…

New knives, which are razor sharp and beautiful from my son…

…and my daughter, who vacuums the house once a week, was appalled at the shedding pleather on my office chair, and so she ordered me a new one, which I don’t have a photo of because I’m sitting in it…

And I bought myself a beautiful used cherry wood Kung bass recorder, something I’ve always wanted, a high end performance bass. It is spectacular…

My little buddy Mulder is never far away. He curls up and makes me sit still for just a few moments…

And last Sunday I had my cello recital. It was really fun, I won’t say it was the best I’ve ever played, but I’ve come so far since last September when I first learned how to hold the cello and bow. I have a recording of my solo, which was really a trio with my teacher also on cello, and a piano, I played “Bring Him Home” from Les Misérables. Then I joined all the little cello students and we played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and many of its Suzuki variations. I wasn’t great, but I had a blast…

And yes, I’m still a weaver and slowly working through looms when I get a chance especially when it rains, and did I mention there was a lot of rain this past month? I wove all five scarves on the warp that was inspired by the stained glass puzzle of cats.

Between each scarf I left 3″ of fringe to be divided between each scarf, with hem stitching starting and finishing each scarf.

I did a tutorial for my guild on hemstitching. I do it this way, so the entire length of all 12 yards can be tossed in the machine to wet finish. Which leaves the front and back end fringe that can get pretty messy in a washing machine. So I fuse a strip of fusible knit tricot along the fringe at either end of the 12 yards, before I throw it into the wash, which keeps things tidy, and then that gets cut off when the scarves are pressed.

Taking advantage of a now empty 8-shaft floor loom, I immediately grabbed one of the Structo table looms I’d set up a few years ago, and transferred that warp onto my floor loom.

This was an 8-shaft warp, in Tencel, in Shadow Weave, four colors and black. The pattern was from Webs. It didn’t take me long to get the six yard warp transferred, and then weave the first repeat. So much faster on a floor loom… I should get two scarves plus from this warp.

This morning, I was interviewed for a podcast, The Straight Stitch: A Podcast About Sewing and Other Fiber Arts, with Janet Szabo. We had a great time, and she told me the podcast should drop tomorrow. I’ll listen while I’m out in the garden…

This weekend marks the ninth anniversary of my husband’s death, Father’s Day weekend. I think he would have been so proud of how the kids have grown up, and what I’ve done with his beautiful gardens and ponds. I replaced the water feature I had installed right after he died, it was time. It has a little light at the top of the ball.

My landscape designer came today, to rip out more of the invasives that plagued my property, the last of the Japanese Barberry is gone, and most of the Burning Bushes, and Morrow’s Honeysuckle. She brought paw-paw trees, persimmon, ninebark, sassafras trees, and sumac. It was glorious planting in the rain…

Stay tuned…

On Making Lemonade…

At least I can reasonably state that the last two weeks have been if nothing else, entertaining…

I got a notice that my custom Pella Window was ready to install and they made an appointment for 10 days ago. Pella installers came, and did a fantastic job replacing the old, short double-hungs, and now I have a beautiful window facing east, to catch the rising sun, and look over my fantastic gardens, as they carefully begin to come to life after the long winter. Sounds almost magical doesn’t it?

I stood looking out of my beautiful window and think, if I hadn’t had the flood, if the day after Christmas they hadn’t completely gutted my den, where it rained broken pipe water from the room above, through the ceiling fan, if I hadn’t experienced any of that, I wouldn’t have this incredible view, and I wouldn’t have met all the fantastic workers who were kind, efficient, knowledgeable, and though we could rarely communicate with English, we managed to get the important concepts across. I genuflect in gratitude.

The restoration crew came in with a vengeance, the day after the window was installed. Insulation, drywall, spackle, more spackle, sanding the spackle, they were like a crew of bees busy in the hive. The painters started two days later.

All of this required me to be around. The whole time. Partly to answer questions, and partly to make sure that the animals didn’t interfere with any of the messy jobs they were doing. I stayed most of the time in my weaving studio, where I could let the dogs in and out and not disturb the workers. Which meant I got a lot of work done.

Though, I did, on the one day between drywall people and painters, help with a loom rescue. A weaver in the area, well over 100 years old, had passed, and her relatives wanted to donate what weaving supplies there were, to my local guild. In addition, there were two looms, and all of us, do what we can to rescue looms, as the house will be bulldozed within a couple weeks, including the contents. One loom, in the basement, an old Swedish style barn loom, my friend Susan has been sending around notices to area fiber people/guilds in hope that someone has room to rescue a large loom. But Susan and I drove over, with tools in hand, to rescue a 25″ Macomber, left on a porch, covered in mouse poop, hence the mask and gloves, in sad condition, but with some TLC, and a lot of elbow grease, my friend will bring it back to life. There is always good loom karma when you go to the effort to rescue a loom.

This all seems fantastical within the last 10 days, but I’m rather impressed at my ability to make good use of time.

First up, I’m taking a workshop through my guild with Natalie Drummond in Deflected Double Weave, the first week in April. Which meant I needed an empty table loom with 8 shafts. Which I didn’t have… Around 40 looms, and the one I needed wasn’t empty.

I’ve gotten real good at moving warps from one loom to another. The loom I wanted had the last remaining yard of a Rep class from last April, with Rosalie Neilson. I really didn’t want to waste it. So I spent an afternoon moving it to my floor loom.

Problem was, within the reems of documentation, I couldn’t remember exactly how to do this structure. I know it is alternating thick and thin wefts, but the myriad of designs in her handouts, all worked off Profile Treadlings, which I did easily in the class on a table loom, but couldn’t for the life of me remember how to interpret them. I spent a lot of time just sitting and staring and trying to work out what was there, right in front of me. At some point, working in my office (with the animals in tow) on my desktop computer with my weaving software, I finally figured out how to interpret the profile treadlings and create a treadling sequence I could follow. Should have taken better detailed notes…

So I will have this lovely mat, and this loom will be cleared within the week.

That left prep for the Natalie Drummond workshop. She requires a complex warp, hand painted with additional solids in varying values. Honestly, we only got the instructions just about the time I had to lock myself away with the animals, not her fault, and with only a month till the workshop, all the construction, gardening chores starting soon, (where I live it is time to start planting the lettuces, spinach, etc.) and the herculean task it will take to clean spackle sanding dust from every corner of the house, if I didn’t get the warp on now, it wouldn’t get done. Complicating things is I agreed to house Natalie, because she is a good friend.

I didn’t have time to paint a warp, and I didn’t have exactly the yarn she suggested, but I have a lot of yarn. And I’m determined to use what I have. So I pulled some old vintage Contessa, a long discontinued yarn from Silk City Fibers, mostly rayon with a silk fleck, which I have lots of, especially hand dyed. It comes in at the same 2100 yds/lb as the 5/2 Tencel she suggested. Along with the solids, I have a few variegated cones, and though she specifically said no variegated yarns, I understood why, because she wanted the colors to line up, like it was hand painted. No problem as I know how to do this, and Contessa variegated was mostly engineered to repeat itself. I grabbed my music stand, wiped off the dust, and propped my little warping board onto it, and wound a circular warp, lining up the colors as I went.

I added the solid colors, a light, a dark, and a bright, and then went to the loom and started sleying.

And threading.

And now I have another warped loom, ready to go…

Meanwhile…

I decided, while I was trapped in my studio, with the animals, to finish up the 10 yards of 8/2 cotton I tied into my fall run of towels. I ran out of the light grey weft about a yard from the end, and grabbed a small cone of dark blue, which is gorgeous, but I didn’t have enough of the dark blue to weave the whole 10-yard run, and wanted to use up some of the various cones of light colors as weft.

Washed and dried.

Since I will be scrubbing everything I own in the coming weeks, I decided that the now cleared loom needed a good dusting and wipe down with Howard’s Feed and Wax. The loom is patiently waiting for my next adventure…

That night, making dinner, this happened. The blender bowl just slipped out of my hand, taking out the lid for my beloved mini Oster food processor…

By the time dinner finished cooking and I’d cleaned up all the glass, I had gone on Amazon and ordered replacements, which were there the next morning on my doorstep. The new mini food processor, my favorite tool in my kitchen is even better than the old one.

Meanwhile, I moved to another loom, that had 5 yards of hand-dyed warp in a four-shaft combination draft, the same draft actually, as the towels. I had just started the fabric last year, so the loom could sit in a corner of my retrospective at County College of Morris, to give viewers an idea of cloth on the loom. The weft was a medium grey alpaca/silk from Webs.

So I dove in, playing around with different shuttles to get the maximum speed, and resorted to my old favorite, my AVL end-feed, the smaller one. I flew through that yardage, periodically checking on the workers and tending to the animals who were at this point really confused… But mom, there might be someone in there who will pet me, or even better, feed me…

That fabric is off the loom, washed, dried and rolled onto a tube.

And I dusted and wiped down this loom as well, with my friend Howard’s Feed and Wax.

I spent all day yesterday scrubbing everything in the book case in the den, and the moldings, which are awaiting installation tomorrow. I scrubbed the tile floor. I set up the little bistro set I ordered from Wayfair, so I could sit at the table and have my breakfast and watch the sun come up. My little bit of heaven, with a lot of elbow grease.

The cat of course, my constant companion, seems to like our new set up. He can watch out the window while patiently waiting to lick my bowl after I have my morning yogurt and granola.

So tomorrow, all the reconstruction should be finished, window trim installed, ceiling fan, and my cleaned wool rug that has been in storage since the end of December. If I can get my daughter to wake up on her day off, I’ll see if she can help me move the piano in there. The cello is already moved, and I have all my recorders to bring in as well. There is music in many corners of the house which will all be moved into the bookcase. (Once I dust them…) I will have my music room with a view… the best lemonade I could have ever imagined…

Spring is coming, stay tuned…

But mommy, I want him…

I’m continuing on my attic cleaning and making more stuff for the guild sale with my mother lode of scraps of handwoven fabrics from the archives. I made two more squirrels, from leftover bits of mohair, and while I was working on the second one, I plopped the other one on the ironing board.

Mulder the studio cat of course had to check out something that looked suspiciously like what he hunts in the middle of the night…

And typically had to check out the back end.

Satisfied said squirrel did not pose a threat, and being of a soft mohair and cuddly surface, Mulder decided to curl up next to him.

The face pleading, can I keep him, can I?

Sadly he can’t keep him, because the dogs would destroy the squirrels and anything else I have that’s stuffed in about 10 minutes. They gleefully dive right into anything with stuffing. So Mulder can’t have his little buddy…

I’ve been able to create another jacket from the mohair scraps of a different colorway. I had a well meaning friend tell me they were really ugly, and that kind of stung, I rather liked them, and they were fun to make, and super functional, I’m hoping there is someone who will appreciate them at the guild sale.

Almost ready for the final pressing…

I worked out an alternative to the white mohair stocking ornament tops. I ran out of the white mohair fabric, so found a soft white yarn and just crocheted round and round…

And I cut out a dozen little bear ornaments for the guild sale. I spent hours looking through my vast button stash, trying to find three of something that would work for each of the bears, and getting them sewn on, making little “kits” so I can sit and put them together while on zoom meetings or listening to a podcast, or Textiles and Tea, whatever…

Of course my trusty studio assistant had to leap onto the ironing board and keep everything in order… Sigh…

I managed to make two of them…

On Sunday, a local sheep farm, part of the NJ Fibershed, held a community dye day. A lot of work for the teacher Pamela Jenkins, a natural dyer from Maryland, and we had dyebaths to use with our pre mordanted yarns, (alum and cream of tartar) plus a station for botanical printing (results were disappointing, I think better compression would have helped) and a chance to use an indigo bath using Polygonum Tinctorium Indigo, which can grow in this climate. Interesting thing was using fresh leaves, and puréeing them in a blender with ice. This is appealing to me, since I never wanted to start a fermented indigo vat. I don’t have indigo on the property so I’d have to plant some. I waited to rinse my skeins which were 65% silk and 35% wool, for about 48 hours, a suggestion by the teacher. They are now dry, and some of the color did wash out, but I’m sure the volume of dyestuff vs the amount of yarn/fabric we dyed, really wouldn’t yield strong results. Still, it is a pretty palette. Willow, fresh indigo, butternut husks, elderberry, hollyhock flowers, and artemisia.

The day after I posted my last blog I got this gorgeous bench in the mail. Or rather shipped. I ordered my custom bench from Walt Turpening exactly a year ago. I wanted the gradation in the woven seat. Walt custom winds the cotton cordage to achieve the gradation. We spent a lot of time with measurements, loom and body, to determine the best bench height. Unfortunately the two looms I expect to use the bench with, are both empty. It is on my list this winter to get them both warped so I can try out the bench.

Meanwhile, I did finally clear the table loom with the Bateman blend. I didn’t get a lot of yardage, and it was really tedious. I’m happy with the results, and am thinking of designing a laptop slip case. I have one from Peru and want to copy how it was done.

The loom next to it had a 4-shaft doup leno structure threaded on 8 shafts. I wrote an issue of Heddlecraft Magazine, (Issue #19) on doup leno, a technique where using half doups on shaft two allows the loom to crisscross certain threads creating an open airy structure that is very stable. The warp and wefts were hand-dyed cashmere so this is super soft. It seemed like the warp that never ended, and I finally got up and looked at my original drafting notes and realized I put five yards of warp on this little loom. Nearing the end of the warp, and wanting to squeeze in a couple fat yarns for headers, I discovered this cool tool that now I can’t live without. It is called a “Poke” Shuttle. I never heard of such a thing, but they were selling them in a few lengths at Red Stone Glen for their open house last June, made by Bluster Bay Shuttles. They just felt so lovely in the hand I bought three. The yarn just grips around the end of the shuttle allowing it to be able to poke through the narrow shed. It may have a different purpose, but I loved it for this task, and of course all Bluster Bay shuttles just melt in your hand…

I managed to get a long scarf and a pretty cowl from the handdyed cashmere.

Meanwhile, my daughter is finishing up the edits in a video we shot last month, a one hour studio tour, which can be shown as a guild program. I wanted to recreate the studio tour I did for the HGA back in the fall of 2020 for Spinning and Weaving Week 2020, and wanted to document all the looms with warps. I am getting frequent texts with screen shots from my daughter down the hall with absolutely hilarious Transcription malfunctions. She first allows Adobe premiere to close caption the video, and then goes back and corrects. Textile terms in a transcription program are absolutely hilarious, looms become loons, and limbs, and lamps. Really, my diction is pretty spot on, you just have to increase your vocabulary sir! But the best Transcription malfunction I’ve ever seen is this…

It is supposed to read, “I would have sectionally warped 30 yards of mohair at a time”. There are no words…

And to wind up this blog post, I’ve had a lovely wonderful thing happen this past week. Something I can’t even wrap my head around, and keep pinching myself to see if I dreamed it or not. Long story short, assuming this all happens the way it is spelled out in the contract sitting on my desk, next spring, County College of Morris will feature my huge body of work both artwork and garments, dating back to the 90’s in their Main Gallery, a retrospective of sorts, along with video, audio, and a hands on component (aren’t you glad I have all those Structos) for about 6 weeks, transitioning to a smaller gallery for their year end student exhibition, and then back to the Main Gallery to coincide with the Morris County Teen Arts Festival in May, where I am to be the keynote speaker. Then the exhibition of my work will continue on until the end of August. It is especially lovely that this is my county college, and that both of my kids took classes there, and I even taught there for a semester way back. I have hosted two externs from there as well. So this feels like a perfect conclusion to a lifetime of work in the field. I’m especially touched that they asked me to give the keynote to the next generation of creative people. I have a lot of work to do on that address.

I hope the fall brings you beautiful colors, cooler weather, fun things to do with fiber, and friends to do those fun things with… And no Mulder, you still can’t have the squirrel…

Stay tuned…

Ducks in a Row…

This has been a wild week in the studio. First, a little back story…

If you have been following this blog over the past year or so, you know that I set out on a quest to warp all of the 64 looms in the studio, many of them table looms, Structos, or inkle looms. I blogged about them all over a few blog posts.

I’ve set out on a different quest to clear those looms, and rethink my life as to what I want to really hold on to moving forward… The floor looms, at least those that are mine and not my daughter’s, are all cleared. I am a yardage weaver and like nothing better than to sit and weave like a galloping horse. 10 yards, not really a problem. Though I can’t clear off the amount of yardage in one sitting like I could in my 20’s.

So now, I have a bunch of table looms to clear. And if I were really truthful, I hate weaving on a table loom. It is slow and tedious. Especially if there is a complex structure. Like a Bateman Blend, which I set up for a sample for an article I wrote for Heddlecraft Magazine. (Issue #38)

There is nothing like a table loom to explain structure, because you have to hand manipulate each shaft (and in this one there are 8), and though you can achieve a rhythm, it isn’t the same as when your hands and feet are all working together. I found myself bored and distracted. Constantly jumping up to do anything but… At one point I even redid the shaft tie-up system, as this was a used loom, and though I have six others like it, the previous owner did something odd that I thought prevented me from getting the shed I needed. So a trip to the hardware store, and some fine tuning, I was happy with the shed and struggled to get back to weaving.

Meanwhile, at the end of my last post, I talked about this cat appliqué quilt block I inherited from my mom, and I found that I was getting quite obsessed, almost addicted. It was all I wanted to do…

I’d set timers, ok, I’ll work on this section and then weave a few repeats, and then work on the appliqué some more as a treat. It worked for a while since I now have the knots over the back beam, there is only about 6 inches more to weave.

Mostly I would just sit and let my mind wander while I was stitching, and my mind wandered to the calendar. I looked ahead at the next couple months, and there is a lot coming up, private students, some teaching remotely, garden tours and lectures, interesting things, but what made me sit up and stop stitching, was realizing that my guild show and sale is only 2 months away.

Part of my musings are around the amount of equipment and stash that exists in my life. No one is complaining, but there comes a point when is it fair to me to keep holding stuff that is 40 years old? I’m not talking about usable yarn or fabric, I’m talking about scraps in my attic from my 1980 production years. I’ve worked over the last couple of decades to reduce the 18 bankers boxes filled to capacity. But there is still a lot up there. And a lot of it is mohair. Which isn’t so easy to use up in small pieces.

I took a stroll in my attic and started opening drawers, and pulled out one that had some mohair scraps, rather large ones, in a couple color ways, and brought them down to the studio. I got the idea of creating a sweater jacket using the same pattern as my beloved Noro jacket I wove a couple years ago.

I found the pattern and started playing around with what I had on the table. At first, I thought I’d just do a vest, but it was clear I could add a couple of sleeves with some careful piecing.

A couple of small balls of mohair blend in my knitting stash would work well for the crocheted trim around the perimeter of the jacket and the pockets. I’m about half way around.

Which left me with this pile of small scraps.

I reached out to some of my weaving buddies, and asked for ideas for what to do with small scraps of mohair. One of them suggested stuffed animals. I really haven’t made any stuffed animals, I always joke that I don’t do crafts, but the idea was intriguing. I have a data base of all my patterns, including the 20 years of Burda Style Magazine. I quickly found patterns for a squirrel and a rabbit.

There weren’t large enough pieces left in this pile of mohair to do either one, but I had also pulled out some other mohair scraps, thinking I could get a vest or jacket out of those, and they ended up perfect to cut this adorable squirrel. The issue of Burda Style was May 2014.

Meanwhile, I started to think about ornaments I used to make as teacher gifts when my kids were little. I dug out the box I had in my closet, along with an article in Handwoven magazine November/December 2003 (which I wrote, duh…) and thought, wow, some of these like the little bear would be great in mohair.

So I cut out a few bears, and a couple of birds, using a pattern I found along with the box of ornaments.

And I started playing around with a stocking. I didn’t like the first iteration, the one on the right, and my daughter helped me refine the pattern to the one on the left. I thought the body of the stocking was just a little to high, so I’ve cut out probably a half dozen just a little bit shorter.

Meanwhile, I grabbed some non mohair scraps, including a bag labeled, scraps for coiled mats. Most of the work was already done. I made a coiled mat out of one of the piles.

And then made a second one, using up a ball of filler cord. I have a huge spool in the attic, so there is plenty more mats in my future.

Meanwhile, I pulled this bag of non mohair scraps, it is a color way I always loved, and there wasn’t a lot left. One of my private students told me about a base fabric she uses for bags and totes, she is from the quilting world, called In-R-Form foam from Bosal. She actually sent me a few yards to play with. It is a foam with great stability, yet more flexibility than the Peltex I have been using. So, much easier to work on. I laid out a tote.

And finished it off yesterday morning.

Meanwhile, I took the scraps left from the tote, and cut more ornaments. I can’t tell you what a mess I made of my studio, pulling ribbons and floss and Ultrasuede scraps and most important, buttons. The cat parked himself right in the middle of it all to supervise.

So here are a bunch of ducks… All in a row!

And I have little project bags for each of the couple dozen ornaments I’ve cut out. I can grab one and start assembling.

And yesterday afternoon, I made a rabbit from another colorway of mohair I had up in the attic. This one is from a Burda Style Magazine April 2014. I’m completely in love with this rabbit, and would love to keep him, but I’d have to keep him in the closet because my dog likes things with stuffing. It would be destroyed in 10 minutes. And I would be heartbroken. So it will find someone else to live with at my guild sale in November. It needs a ribbon around its neck, perhaps an inkle band, and I might redo the mouth with a full six strands of floss.

I haven’t been this intense in the studio in years. I just want to be down there, working until midnight, forgetting to eat, pissed when I have an appointment to interrupt me. It feels like falling in love all over again. That Bateman Structure on the loom, I still have about 6″ to go, and I still have to finish the last 3 letters of the name of the cat in the quilt block. (And there are 8 more cat quilt blocks in the set). They will get done, but I’m just having way too much fun thinking of things to make with this bonanza of leftovers from the 1980’s.

There is a monograph showing all of the techniques I used, available on my website as a download. And I have 3 or 4 videos on my YouTube channel, The Weaver Sews, on the piecing technique I used for the tote bag. They were some of the last ones we shot.

My favorite month since I was a little kid was September. The change in weather, fresh pencils and notebooks, the chance to learn new things; September is always a shot in the arm for me. I’d say I dove in to this month head first…

Stay tuned…