Monday, April 9, 2018
"Seeing how many miles you have to go,
I set up a little stall on your route.
I serve a nice cup of tea, and I am never
too busy to chat."
Do come for tea.
Posted by Jennifer Richards at 6:56 PM
Sunday, April 1, 2018
by Eamon Brennan
... there goes the sudden shriek of the blackbird...
all alive inside the in-human breadth pattern
of the wind trawling ever last leaf and blade
of grass and flinging rain like velvet peoples
on to the skylight: nothing but parables
in every bristling inch, of the out-of-sight
unspoken never-to-be known pure sense-
startling untranslatable there of the world
as we find.
May the world as you find it
*Blackbird and photo:
by Faith King.
Posted by Pat at 8:34 AM
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Sassy's Christmas cactus bloomed on the first day of spring. And she is grateful.
Just saying, it is only one blossom but it out did itself, it is gorgeous. And it's
a comfort when we New Yorkers await yet another snow storm. Mother Nature may be a little confused and the little plant arrived for the wrong holiday but one gives thanks for one's blessings at all times.
Posted by Pat at 2:22 PM
Saturday, March 17, 2018
"A Few Lines of Laundry"
This ragged shining,
these embodied nothings
are the images of us:
full of ourselves
in every puff of air
for dear life. At mid-day,
when the wind picks up,
such dancing. Look at us:
washed and stretched
to the limit,
almost touching one another.
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Posted by Pat at 8:57 AM
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
"... Look at us, they seem to say,
flourishing under strained circumstances:
you see we make due with your handfuls
of earth, your cups of water, those daily
visitations of winter light that cast our
impeccable shadows on your razed page.
Posted by Jennifer Richards at 7:39 PM
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Snow, snow go away and don't come back another day.
Being snow bound does encourage one to take on time consuming projects. The ticking sample warp in the photo was the project of the day.
The warp and sett choices proved worthy: a sturdy fabric of the heft
one would wish for when sewing on handwoven fabric. Now it has
to pass the washing machine and dryer test for shrinkage.
It seems like a good idea to weave a red sample as well. The
red yarn is slightly finer than the white. We shall see what
we shall see using a finer weft.
Tick tock the snow shows no sign of letting up.
Posted by Jennifer Richards at 3:32 PM
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Sassy has always been interested in weaving ticking. Ticking
a sturdy fabric was woven during Colonial times. Made of fine
linen it was sett at 45 ends to an inch in 3/1 twill.
So, this sample piece is a hybrid made of cottolin (cotton and linen)
sett at 24 ends to the inch in a twill pattern. There is enough warp
to re-sley at 30 ends as a second choice.
The goal is a sturdy fabric without being stiff.
A little March madness as the wind blows and the snow keeps
Posted by Jennifer Richards at 7:16 AM