Felting. Such an interesting concept. To do the one thing to wool that should never be done. Agitate it roughly in the hottest of water. This is the beginning of mittens I make. I hope to make two pair a week for most of this year, so I have an ample supply to sell in the fall when thoughts begin turning toward the cold weather. My man buys vintage buttons—jet on this pair—so they are truly one of a kind. Or a pair of a kind. I line them with either angora or cashmere, so the inside is delicious and the outside is beautiful. Warm, felted goodness. Just what any cold day needs.
Meology
- Peg
- Springfield, Twenty miles from the District of Columbia
- FABRICADABRA is my Sewing Blog, with other bits of interest sprinkled in for fun. I love fabric and creating things from it. FOLLOWING MRS. SUNDBERG is learning what it means to make something for the joy of making it. She's a down-home, comfort-focused, smack dab in the heartland kind of woman, who has a gift for writing, cooking, and generally pointing out the small wonders of every day. THE RUBY THROAT DIARIES documents my passion for these little birds. ©Please respect that everything shared here, including my photos holds personal value and is copyright protected by me, the photographer and writer. Any links to other sites assigns the copyright to their owners, and in sharing them here, I claim no ownership of the content. Please contact me if you would like to use my original work. Otherwise, it's a copyright violation. All use of any of my content must be credited back to me, with a link to my page.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wool Felt
Felting. Such an interesting concept. To do the one thing to wool that should never be done. Agitate it roughly in the hottest of water. This is the beginning of mittens I make. I hope to make two pair a week for most of this year, so I have an ample supply to sell in the fall when thoughts begin turning toward the cold weather. My man buys vintage buttons—jet on this pair—so they are truly one of a kind. Or a pair of a kind. I line them with either angora or cashmere, so the inside is delicious and the outside is beautiful. Warm, felted goodness. Just what any cold day needs.
River Snow
Our first snow of the season was a beautiful and treacherous mixture. This is the view to which we woke, our first winter on the Potomac.
In two days, moisture from the south is predicted to collide with cold air from the north, and it might be more of this treacherous beauty. I think I like the change of seasons more than the actual seasons themselves, but this is turning into one amazing winter.
PHOTO ©pegyates/2010
PHOTO ©pegyates/2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Avenue Of The Giants
Me in the Redwood forest, more specifically, the Avenue of the Giants. This tree was so very small compared to others. It was magical, profoundly quiet, and humbling. It was alive in an ancient way, and I wanted to live there. I left part of me behind when we came out of the cool quiet and continued driving south. The road was busy and loud and other drivers were rude. I wanted to go back and live in the forest. In the second photo, the little turquoise speck at the bottom is my man standing beside the tree.
PHOTOS ©pegyates/2010
PHOTOS ©pegyates/2010
Here I Go
Never having been at a loss for words, I decided to try a blog. I had technical problems with typepad and they could not resolve them, so I am here because of Morna. I like her blog, the layout and look of it.
Let's see how much I really have to say, and can I incorporate my work and photos in a meaningful way? We'll see.
Let's see how much I really have to say, and can I incorporate my work and photos in a meaningful way? We'll see.
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