I bought a new painting knife so I had to try it out. Not quite off the easel.
This project has been ongoing for maybe three years. I had some design and supply difficulties.
My husband who is a trained electronic and mechanical engineer says a wire cut to the right length will be too short. With that inspiration I bought what I thought was plenty of braid. Of course I could not have taken into account the changes which would be made later. I have 6 inches braid left!
This vest was crocheted with yarn I had on hand. I finally decided to close it with a zipper. It’s not something one really needs in July, but at least it’s off my table now.
One out of Three
I visited (hit up?) a fabric store. When I saw the price of the pattern I told myself I must use it more than once, so three tunic-shirts are planned. Sewing is a good activity when fasting since it isn’t done in the kitchen. 🙂 I plan to vary the style and maybe do some fancy collar work. Perhaps some kind of jabot or embroidery?
Creativity is one of the divine gifts which makes us specifically human.
This project took a long time. Thanks to my blog, I know when I started it, February 1, 2008.
The next post:
Third post, in 2009:
I am not sure I really like it. I wondered if I should put it up for sale but who would pay for all those hours? Not to mention a round trip ticket Paris-LA to get the buttons. Yes, I found them in a button shop in West Beverly Hills where I spent a very nice afternoon looking at all they had. My decision is to wear it a couple times to see. A friend said if I don’t want it to send it over to her house; that reassured me.
Here is my latest watercolour:
When I arrived at our art club on Friday afternoon, I did not have a subject in mind but I found one in the crate with the things for tea. One pigment, Sennelier phthalo blue.
Some time ago as we minded an art exhibit I watched my friend Maria as she used her spinning wheel. I didn’t think to film even though I was fascinated by her expertise which I witnessed especially in the gesture she uses when adding wool to the thread. She is aware of each fiber.
This week she gave a demonstration to a group of people who study French and English. I was happy to be able to attend and try using the video function on our camera. The movement I wanted to capture is at about the 6:05 moment.
She had a very nice exhibit set up including samples of wool, drawings of sheep, knitted items and more. There were two identical sweaters except that one had been washed and the other not. She prefers to spin unwashed wool. The unwashed sweater was created for a Guinness record “from sheep to shoulder”. Maria spun while 4 women knitted and in under 2 hours (1 hour, 55 minutes and some seconds) Maria was clothed in a new sweater.
One day Maria was struck by the beauty of some Virginia creeper which inspired her to make a scarf in those colours, dying the wool with onion skins. Another day she saw a splendid caterpillar which she immediately captured by painting it; the ensuing sweater is magnificent.
I hope you enjoy this video. I combined several “episodes” and some photos.
The women at the library did a very good job of setting up an exhibit presenting a wide array of food, games and tasting. They had posters and print-outs of most food elements and displays of sugar, spices, herbs, tea, and cereals.
On this table there was a tray of banana slices, chocolate and apple pieces to be dipped in mixtures of ginger sugar, cocoa or cinnamon sugar. There was also gazpacho to be sampled and a menu game. We were to select a slip of each colour paper and put the elements together to create a dish. The woman with me was sort of saying yuck (she pulled out calf’s head), while I was thinking, hmmm, maybe, about my omelet of Savoy pink river trout with Madagascar algae juice and Sauternes jelly
One of the librarians accompanied children in composing these vegetable heads inspired by the artist Arcimboldo. She confided that she was careful not to mess the vegetables up too much so that they can still be used for soup.
On this table was a presentation of preserves and other products, some home-made, some purchased. There was a jar of Marmite (a British product that people either love or hate, it seems) but I think they should have had some toast on hand since that is how one usually eats it. I enjoyed the red pepper with saffron preserve.
Here were some jams and chutneys made by my club friends – apple and ginger, rhubarb and ginger, tomato chutney, and not in the photo, a South African preparation somewhat reminiscent of piccalilli and a Christmas chutney – all delicious.
Here you can see some more homemade jams, cookies, my applesauce cake and a coffee Queen Victoria cake. In the background are chef’s hats made by children earlier in the day.
Quite a few people stopped in and had the courage to taste. One man told us that when he was in London, the food wasn’t that great and he gained 7 kilos. I guess he had managed to eat it anyway. Most people very much enjoyed the different foods and were copying the recipes for the jams and chutneys.
The library ladies plan to do the same thing next year which gives a bit of time to prepare entries for the photo, poster, and cross stitch contests.
Food is a large part of culture. I think it is important to be open to different tastes and ways of doing things so that we rise above and go beyond culture, to realize that we are all human beings and that more than one way of doing a thing may be “right”.
A study conducted over a 16 year period has shown that the driver’s seat of a car suffers more wear and tear than does the passenger’s seat. One vehicle participated in the study. A second vehicle was showing similar symptoms but was eliminated from the study after it was classed as VEI (vehicle economically irreparable). The researcher concluded that it was not necessary to buy a set of expensive ugly seat covers when one would be sufficient.
In other words, how do you like the slipcover I whipped up from some material I was given?
Some friends of ours have some of the small Ouessant sheep. They don’t shear them; bits of wool drop off by themselves as the animals brush up against plants, shrubs, trees, fences. One of the sheep managed to shed his entire fleece so my friend gave it to me along with other bits she gathered. These bits have quite an amount of grass, moss, and—what is that? Could it be a bug? !!! DJ, wake up to reality, this is an animal’s hair, it has been out in the field, rolling around.
I borrowed the tools for carding from another friend. My plan is to make felt and then a hat. I got advice from friends and googled making felt and carding wool. Vive youtube!
What you see in the bag is the untouched wool as it was gathered, the bit lying on the carder has been picked over to get rid of anything that doesn’t look like wool, and in the box is the nice fluffy carded fiber. Little puffs of dust rise as I card; I am doing this outside so I will only work on it when the weather permits.
Several feelings motivate me for this project. One is probably the feeling of getting something for nothing although it will actually take a lot of time and patience on my part. Another is the pleasure of making something by hand and giving it to someone else (the hat will be for my husband). Another is a desire to keep alive techniques painstakingly discovered through the ages. I remember our guide at the chateau de Versailles lamenting that they couldn’t find anyone to repair some of the furniture there as the techniques used have been lost. Also it seems like a gift from the Creator to be able to make something with stuff picked up off the ground.
“Have I ever set a price for My Salvation? Have I not given it to all men in return for efforts of penitence which is joy to pious men, which is not heavier than the usurer’s worries, which is lighter than the wealthy one’s and the mighty one’s yoke?
Along My Paths toward My Heights bees work hard for all men.
Why senselessly manufacture honey and wax in workshops?
At their foot My Almond trees spread their fruit; the partridge does not require payment for its meat, neither does the goat for its milk.
I make oil gush for (making) fire, I spread the earth’s surface with lead and copper for all men in return for efforts to collect and dress them.
Do I not give the tile from clay in return for efforts to bake it?”
Today my friends and I participated in Couleurs de Bretagne, a painting contest. We had good weather in spite of threatening showers. I am really tickled because I got a little sticker on my slip that says 2nd runner-up. My good friend took first place in our category. If she keeps that up, she’ll have to move to a higher category. Tomorrow we will do it again in a different town–artists’ double header.