Monday, June 13, 2016

Park Pouch

So! I finished a small bag:

Park pouch

When I visit my grandchildren, we take a walk to one or the other of two local parks. We also just walk around the neighborhood, sometimes stopping for such diversions as back hoes, dump trucks and skip loaders. Sometimes some of us are on bikes, or scooters or in the double or single stroller, and the others of us push or carry or haul these things around in various ways.

I don't need to also haul my purse around, but I need sunglasses, hand wipes, my phone and lip balm: a few necessities. I used to stuff these things in various pockets, and they are heavy and bulge-y, so this small pouch was born:

Park pouch 2

Cross body strap, adjustable, pocket in front for phone (which doubles as a camera and must be easily accessed), inside pocket for glasses, lip balm, tissues and wipes, and ... band aids. Everything a grandma should need (save for water and snacks) for a walk around the block (or 2 or 4 blocks)with two small children.

It's full now, loaded with all the things. Ready for the next walk! later this month.

Park pouch

And the post script? The family is moving.

Maybe there will be a park near their new house?

Friday, May 27, 2016

Perfect

So, months, nay years ago now (May 2014) I took a cotton spinning class from Joan Ruane. (if you get a chance to take her class, do it!) At any rate, I spun some cotton, and wove the first bit up into a shawl:

cotton fabric 001

I like this shawl, the fabric is nice, it's soft and drapey, just what a shawl should be.

I wanted to make myself a jacket, in the standard style I make, and for that, I wanted a sturdier fabric. I began by spinning the cotton with more twist. When I had enough spun, I ran the warps and dyed them, theoretically a dark blue and red. BUT!!

I omitted the boiling part of the "before dyeing" with cotton. As in, I soaked the warps in very hot water with detergent, but did not boil them.

The result? was less than stellar:

Hs cotton thrums and discharged

What I have left of that original color is in these thrums. The theoretical dark blue was "baby blue" and the red was decidedly pink. The gold was nice, but could not save the other colors. Ick.

I set up the warp and started weaving anyway. I tried to tell myself that I would like it woven up. I could hardly weave the thing it was so annoying. I stopped weaving, I started again, I stopped and started again and again, until finally I just got over myself wove the thing off.

I did not like it.

SO! I dipped the whole fabric in discharge solution. That's it, under the thrums, in the photo above. It was acceptable, pale colors, almost neutrals, and I could stand it. I sewed up the jacket.

Turns out, I could not wear it. Or rather, I would not wear it, never chose it to put on. Being almost all white, it just did not look good on me, too pale, too white, too, I don't know: insipid?

So yesterday, I over-dyed the whole garment:

Cotton jacket dyed

It came out a great blue: easy to wear with denim and jeans, and even the stripes of former-pink look good, subtle, but evident, and ... not pink!

Now I think I will be wearing this more. If I were standing in line at the grocery store, no one would ever guess the trauma this yarn and fabric havesendured. No one would ever really guess that this is handspun, handwoven, and (hah!) hand-dyed cotton.

Perfect!

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Learning, Practicing, Perfecting

I have been packing and unpacking samples for recent and upcoming series of classes: pack for this class, come home unpack, re-pack for this class, come home unpack and re-pack: lather, rinse, repeat.

ranch fabrics

Also, if you have been reading for any length of time, you will remember that I am learning a new set of skills: working with leather. It has been a little frustrating to stitch leather in small chunks of time. I need longer stretches in the studio, to develop a rhythm to the process. As I sit and stitch in those rare moments these last few months, I know I am improving: my hands move more fluidly and without thought, my stitches are more even, I am more often than not able to stitch a straight line, and a straight line in the correct path, using the right size needle, the right size thread, and sometimes even consistently the right color of thread. The things I did not know until I started down this path are legion.

As it is with every hand craft, it looks easy enough from the outside. Once one starts down the path of learning anything, really, one realizes how very much there is to learn. In making, there are tools and supplies to consider, and then there is the actual handwork: movement of the hands, proper holding of and use of tools, finishing of materials, tips, tricks and alas, simply time, producing a body of work, which one hopes shows signs of improvement as one works. Individual pieces making up the body of work are not guaranteed to improve, or even materialize, merely with the passage of time. One has to put in the hours.

Silk scarf

At some point in my weaving path, I realized I no longer thought at all about the process of weaving: how to set up the loom, which tools I'd need, which steps proceed in what order, what threads I'd use and how to sett them, how wide and long a thing needed to be, which weft would work for the effect I wanted, etc. All of these parts melded into a seamless process of spinning-dyeing-weaving-finishing. This took about 20 years.

That's about the point I started beadwork:
celtic carpet bag in sun

beach bag2

It was easier to become adept, and build up a body of work, because I more or less knew how I wanted to work with color and material, it was a matter of learning the process, then repeating it until it became second nature, and I could instead think of the product's look, form, function, style, color and utility. I was seriously involved in this process for about 10 years.

Then, I started weaving knotted pile:

silk bag front

Much of the graphic imagery I'd learned translated from beadwork, but I needed to learn new hand skills, and which yarns would be best used at what sett, how colors worked in this technique, and refine a few processes of bag construction:

pile bags

I've been at this for 16 years now. I feel pretty confident that I can do the work I want, know the materials and the process well enough.

I got sidetracked for a few years writing a few books. When I got back to doing my own work, I had to ease into it again. After spending several years thinking about how to tell people what I do and why, and then traveling a bit to show them how I do what I do and why, I have to find my own path once again. I am going to close a few doors, stop doing a few things, in order to focus on this.

I realized this month that I have a standard for leather bags now. I did not know that I did, nor was I conscious that I was producing the same bag wearing different colors over and over. Apparently a good bag has to have a front pocket, a zipper top:

opulent leather FB

also a long handle, cross-body and or shoulder strap, preferably adjustable:

borderline knotted pile

and a zippered secure pocket in the back and an open pocket inside:

virgo pisces

Now that I know this about the bags I apparently want to make, I can focus on the process: how to make the bags I apparently want to make: which leather to choose, which thread to use, what materials I should use for the embellishments, how to make the strap just right: the right gauge and length for the project, how to make the pocket(s) big enough, secured or not, and where to place them, etc.

Learning new things is energizing. Being an adult learner can be hard: we are accustomed to being adept. Being a beginner means accepting "less than perfect" for a while. But I know perfection in working. It is that moment when the making just flows through you, without thought. It is then that one can create, be creative with the materials, produce individual work, from oneself, not following instructions or patterns.

Until then, I practice. It's been a couple of years now. I expect a few more in the "practicing" stage before I can "not think about the process and materials", until, in essence, I know the path and my hands know the process, and I make something that is mine. I've been there before. I know how it feels and this is not it, yet. It's still exciting and fun, an adventure and a way to open new doors, if only in my head.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Bingo!

Marta, in the comments last post, got it totally and completely right:

"It's okay to enjoy the process as much, maybe more, than the product."

The process in the whole point, really. Yes, I try to think of useful things to make, and things that will get used, mostly, not just piled up in a glass case.

But the making is the thing. The reason for doing all of this handwork. We all know we could buy socks cheaper, more quickly and more easily than make them, and yet? The making is the thing, not the having of the thing.

I also got one very cogent question by email:

Why do you finish things that are flawed? Aren't you always reminded of the flaws and the failure?

Well, true enough, we, most of us makers, have the habit of pointing out the flaws to anyone who stops to take notice, or compliment our work. But the making is learning not only how to make "flawless" (is there such a thing?), but also how to fix, repair, adjust and yes, sometimes just move on and ignore. A master craftsman is not one who makes no mistakes, a master is one who can repair mistakes so no one else knows they happened.

Repairs mistakes.

Big life lesson in that! Repair what we break. Repair what we don't make flawless the first (OK, second, third or tenth) time out. Learn. How to make, and how to make better.

Darn, mend, repair skips in weaving, accept a certain wobbliness and move on.

moonshadow
random photo of a bag, with mistakes! from my flickr site, so this post is not All Words

I realized this week, while making some minor mis-steps, that I do not ever make things that are metro-perfect, with modern clean lines and everything straight. My metier, if you will, is the off-kilter, the not-symmetrical, the hand-of-the-maker and the aesthetic of wabi-sabi. Bohemian, in current terms (a nice way of saying Old Hippie, if you ask me).

Realizing and accepting that makes all those funny corners, and crooked stitches so much easier to bear!

Saturday, March 19, 2016

The Bloom Is Off The Rose

I have several projects going, right now, some with more of a deadline pressure than others. I flit.

Leather

One project is literally over a year late. A birthday present. It is very close to finished. But it sits. I have two other very compelling fun things I want to work on, but can't seem to...as I started yet another project yesterday, or the day before, recently, and work on it as if it were the deadline project.

From one project to the other, I work on this one and then that, as the mood strikes, not, sadly in this case, as the deadline nears. What makes a project "work worthy"? Why work on this one now, incessantly, and then not touch it for weeks??

It occurred to me today: the bloom, in each case, is off the rose. Each project has gotten to a point where the fatal flaw, which will keep it from ever being perfect, from ever living up to my imagination, has been reached. A mistake. Perhaps I have chosen the wrong materials, the materials that won't do what I want. Or my skills are not there yet... I am struggling to make this into even a shadow of the mental picture I had when I began. Sometimes I can fix it. Yet sometimes the mistake will be as permanent as the material object.

This is the essential struggle of EVERY craftsperson, in every medium. I made a mistake. The project is no longer as much fun to work on, the anticipation of the perfect beauty is lost.

Leather

I force myself to press on. Finish. Learn something, if only that I have the stamina to finish. Likely other people don't see the flaw as I do, or if they do, it is not as significant to them as it is to me. So, what? This particular Magnum Opus is not quite so Magnum? Plan another project that WILL work out.

The planning is always so much fun!


Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Color and Joy

A few random shots of recent color inspiration:

Color

Color

Color

colors through colors:
Color

and joy!
Joy

Monday, January 04, 2016

Relax! It's the New Year

Gift Giving is over, the making is done, and I can post a few of the pictures I remembered to take:
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two kidlets got new blankets, rabbit fur mitts, and cowls, one a kitten, and one a fox! One little boy was a squirmer and had to be held down for the photo! The cowls are from an Etsy seller, and inspired the rabbit fur mitts to go with.

The blankets are actually not a Christmas gift, they are fort making implements, and each came with a lantern and clothespins. Winter time is perfect fort making time...

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Their Daddy also made a bench out of old snowboards, and yes! I actually made them go outside in the cold snowy morning in their PJs and without shoes to take a pic!

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I made two of these:

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leather dopp kits: one for a traveler, and one for a firefighter who has to keep his stuff in a locker. Great fun! and I am getting better, still learning, but much more confident, and with each leather project I am improving. Two of the previous projects are now under the knife for some alterations. Even that is fun! My hands are much stronger now, from stitching and punching leather. Stronger and more accurate... like everything else, time, practice and project after project helps me learn these new skills.

Now? A bit of knitting:

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Glove covers made of scrap yarns: they sorta match, kinda. The next step is to make leather mitts that cover these: then I'll be ready for all weathers! I'll make big ones like the rabbit mitts I made for the kidlets, with knitted cuffs. More to come, now that I can relax and get back to the normal pace of making, post holiday.