A walk on a winter's day, what would not be noticed any other time becomes a stunner with snow decorating it. Pink berries hanging on branches of a Eastern Wahoo bush. This was a show-stopper snow or no. The mysterious old brick house with the turret. I see one light on in the upstairs all the times I've walked past in the dark. Bird feet, probably pigeon or rock doves,making designs in the snow.
Slow food, slow living, slow down, slow clothes, slow fashion. What could be slower than weaving the fabric that goes into the garment that you make on your sewing machine? I'm there. Why do I do this - so many reasons but to name the top ones. I love color, I love texture - when I weave the fabric I am in control of both. I think in colors, sometimes I even smell colors or taste them.
Weaving takes time, I have time to give to it and it's important to me to do this work. I am not carrying on any tradition in my family that I know of, altho, there were some Canadian tailors my sister found out about. I do it because I love it and I can. I also believe that we need to consider what we buy, it should have value and be valued. Classic design, artful living and dressing. Weavers, knitters, spinners, sewers, all those who put time into design and the crafting of clothing to wear for themselves and others - hats off!
Good thoughts and ideas in this link about slow fashion and clothing. ..."It's about reconnecting with our clothes, rather than viewing them as quick trends or throwaway items." "It's about tapping into the pleasure of buying a well-made garment with a timeless design, being able to recognize quality, repairing and properly caring for your wardrobe." read more
Finishing up for the weekend art fair, the Driftless Area Art Festival in Soldiers Grove, Wisconsin. I'll be there with my designs, handwoven and sewn slow fashions.
OK, I know I talk about texture a lot but I have to share these photos from the Allen Centennial Gardens in Madison. Since textu-real is not a recognized word - I hyphenate because that was the first word that popped into my head looking at photos I took.
This pot is especially sublime. Go visit this garden if you can. It's located on a small plot of land on the campus of UW-Madison. The most has been made of that space. Inspiring and beautiful.
This is an indulgence post. When dead-winter is upon us, coming back to this post. I will probably get the mental and emotional boost that will be needed along about January, February and March.
That lake boathouse and the chairs in the last post - came out here.
Millions of frogs at the lake this year and water seeping into the cracks, especially the boat house. We visited the little pond down the road every day to see how many frogs we could count. Toads and dragonflies too. Couldn't help but think of the Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher and his slippy, sloppy larder.
I love this place. We have shared many memories here and though some things have changed, a lot remains the same. Smart management by the owner family keep it that way. We know what to expect when we come back every year. The last picture is sunrise on the lake, imagine the loon calls and the cacophony of the Martin birds waking up. Northern Minnesota, near a place called Pelican Rapids.
Summer time weaving. Recently it's been gold and a taupe-y color with a green tint - can't come up with a name for this color, the supplier gives it only a number. And then it's been blues, reds and greens mixed up. Always mix it up.
Finished gold and that taupe-y color with some light blue mixed in. Threads perspective looking down through the loom and the last, a look over the lamms at high tension. This piece is off the loom now, can't wait to see what it looks like after a wash.
A sunny Sunday, a full bookcase and paper hearts catching the sun.
I have admired Kelly Marshall's (www.kellymarshall.com) work for a long time. This weekend I found her at the Madison Art Fair. Now I have this beautiful rug in my house. The photo doesn't do it justice!