A Manly Textile

The men I know don’t really care about any specific textiles (except those ugly free T-shirts that they manage to collect frequently), but here is one I associate with my dad. He was stationed… Continue reading

The Unexpected

About once a week, I go to the WordPress Reader, and follow a topic I”m interested in.  A month ago, I was following “quilting”, and I saw a post titled “What do you… Continue reading

Mustang Grapes

For three years, we’ve been living on land that has been in my husband’s family for 50 years, but we are still far from knowing everything about it.  Just this weekend as my… Continue reading

Spinsters Gone Wild

Craftswomen are well known for working in groups – quilting bees, spinning retreats, knitting societies… the list goes on.  For summer fun, you may be thinking of planning such a Girls’ Night Out,… Continue reading

Textile Teachers – Knitting

When I was seven, my mom arranged for me to have knitting lessons with an older lady, Mary,  who lived up the street.  Every Saturday I went at two o’clock for an hour’s… Continue reading

Family Textiles: A Tale of Two Shawls

It was the best of textiles, it was the worst of textiles, it was the age of silk, it was the age of wool, it was the epoch of respectibility, it was the epoch… Continue reading

Color Switch

I make mostly crib-size quilts.  It’s too hard to manipulate big hunks of material through my regular-size machine.  I have enough trouble keeping pieces lined up – when I factor in batting and… Continue reading

Another Day, Another Dyestuff

In spite of last year’s drought, we have a lot of plants thriving in the pasture, so I have been trying some natural dyeing.  A few weeks ago I tried rudbeckia (or black-eyed… Continue reading

Trial by Fiber, Part Three

Note:  It all started with “Paper or plastic?”, didn’t it?  Before that, wise minds knew what was best – it was bad to cut down trees, so plastic was the better choice.  But… Continue reading

Trial by Fiber, Part Two

Note:  Previously, I posted the beginning of the court room drama that plays in my head whenever I start to think about my responsibilities to our environment.  I see myself as the harried Defendant, Textile… Continue reading