tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228057072024-03-21T16:13:41.932-07:00The Artful EweHeidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-44969655876519768302013-04-24T22:05:00.001-07:002013-04-24T22:18:35.978-07:00Missing my Mom... A Bummer Lamb asks, "Are you my Mother?" and How I learned to Milk a Sheep... <h1 class="entry-title">
Missing my Mom… A Bummer Lamb asks, “Are you my Mother”?… and How I Learned to Milk a Sheep…</h1>
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It’s a narrow twig tying this all together, but I am still getting
the hang of this WordPress thing (I may have accidentally deleted more
text than I have published in the last couple of days) so I am sort of
tying this all together. Good luck, I hope you can follow along…<br />
It’s almost Mother’s day, and I have to say that I miss my mom,
deeply. It’s been just over 3 years since she crossed over, and
honestly, sometimes it feels like yesterday. She and I didn’t always
have the greatest relationship, ups and down like most Mother-Daughter
relationships, but the last few years before she passed were sweet, and
those are the memories that bubble to the surface the most, when I think
of my Mom. For those of you that don’t know, I live in a place that
has been part of my family’s history for many, many years (almost as
long as I’ve been on this planet and that’s a long time!) Many of the
flowers and shrubs here were planted by my Mom… her hands… so she’s
everywhere…<br />
The purple azalea bush…<br />
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The salmon-colored rhododendron…<br />
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and the clusters of peonies throughout the yard. Every day I think
of her, especially this time of year, when the flowers she so lovingly
planted are blooming, and continue to remind me of her.<br />
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<i><b>More On the topic of Mothers…</b></i><br />
Last weekend, in the yarn shop, several of us began discussing our
mothers. I don’t remember why or how we got on the subject, but the
conversation made me realize how fortunate I was to have had a mom that
not only gave birth to me (ouch!), but also stuck around to see me
(allegedly) grow up. I was never given away, abandoned or abused. You
know, that whole nature vs. nurture thing… What makes someone (or
something) a good mother (or a not-so-good one). Sometimes, even
Mother Nature can get it wrong… Fortunately, sometimes, someone has the
grace to step in, and pick up, where Mother Nature left off…<br />
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<i><b>Meet Nieve</b></i> (above) a bummer lamb, born
yesterday morning and abandoned by her “bad ewe” of a mother. Marcia
found her out in the pasture, cold, dirty and all alone, but thankfully
still alive. Marcia rigged up a bottle for her and managed to feed her a
bit of formula. After I arrived, Marcia made her another bottle. The
little lamb latched on to the bottle and completely finished it! Then
she fell asleep in my arms. Sweet! Marcia said it was a good sign –
she was eating…<br />
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<i><b>Flashback, 2007… Meet “Constance”</b></i> (above).
I first learned about bummer lambs from my friend Linda Jacobs, when
one of her Jacob ewes had twins. There had been a bit of a delay
between the two births and for some unknown reason, the ewe rejected the
second lamb, just kicked her away, simply did not recognize the lamb as
her own. Linda said, “That’s called a bummer”. So, my friend Linda
immediately became this lamb’s mother, bonding and bottle-feeding every
few hours (she also kept the baby lamb with her in the house!). I
remember it like yesterday… it was Mother’s day weekend and we had just
opened the yarn shop in Port Gamble (at that time, down in the old fire
hall) and Linda was supposed to be there to help me. “I’ll be there”
she said, “but I have to bring Constance”, and she did. Constance was
only 2 days old and was completely bonded with Linda, who rarely moved
from her chair because the lamb, bedded down in a crate next to where
she was sitting, would make all kinds of racket if Linda was out of her
sight, honest, even a few steps away! It would “baaaaaaaa-baaaa”, as
if to say “maaaaaaa-maaa”. It was the first time I had seen anything
like it and it was amazing to me – the bond between Linda and that
little lamb!!<br />
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<em><strong>Back to yesterday and Nieve…</strong></em>(above) Drinking her mama sheep’s milk from a coca-cola bottle… yes we milked a sheep yesterday!<br />
One of the ewes we brought down from the pasture yesterday for
crutching and wigging, etc .(see previous post for explanation of
terms) had to be this little lamb’s mother, and, by gosh, we were going
to figure this out. Every time Marcia flipped a ewe over for “clean
up”, she first checked for a full udder (uh, she was also checking to
see if anybody <em>else</em> was pregnant, because the last two births, in the last two days, were a <em>HUGE</em>
surprise). Flip, Nope. Flip, Nope. Flip, Bingo! We had this little
lamb’s mother! I don’t know why I was so surprised and excited, after
all she had to be among them, right? Unless she really had fled the
scene of the crime (abandonment) and was hiding out in some remote
corner of the pasture… Nope. No apparent remorse for abandoning her
offspring. All I could think of is “What the hell is wrong with you,
you left your baby!” But, I guess it’s just not that uncommon… <em> Bummer</em>.
So, Marcia cleaned up the mom and we tried to re-introduce the two of
them. After all, they had met, even if briefly, when the lamb hit the
ground and the mom probably said something like “where the hell did you
come from?” and then just walked away. <em>Double-Bummer</em>. The
attempted reunion was obviously too little too late. The ewe had no
clue who this little creature was and wanted absolutely nothing to do
with her. No recognition, no bonding, no nothing. Nada. How does
that happen? I wondered… Sharon, on the other hand, had already
stepped in, cuddled and nuzzled this little lamb-y-kins, and it was
bonding with her almost immediately, making little lamb-y sounds and
rubbing her nose against Sharon’s face, as if to say “Are you my
Mother?” and happily, Sharon’s answer was “Yes, I am”… All in all, a
very happy ending… Sharon and Rick have a new lamb they named Nieve,
Nieve has a new loving family, and now you know the reason why I learned
to milk a sheep!<br />
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<b>Sheep 101...</b>
This is the plan for my day. I am going to Marcia's to help crutch,
wig, and trim the hooves of 10 beautiful Romney sheep, or at least they
will be more beautiful when we're done with them. While downing my
morning coffee, I picked up an issue of <b>"Sheep!"</b>
magazine. Woo Hoo! my lucky day, an article on sheep-handling! I read
the article, committing it to memory as if there would be a test later.
One statement jumped out at me...<b><i> "A few people are all it takes to move a few hundred sheep, if done correctly"</i></b>.
Hmmmm.... I donned my sloggers and headed off to Rainshadow Farm. The
Good Shepherdess, Marcia, outlined "The Plan" to the three of us - 10
sheep in the upper pasture need to be moved down the road to the barn.
Easy-peasy. Rick and Sharon have sheep, so this herding thing is not
totally new to them. I, on the other hand, am in total "sandbox" here,
so I am paying very close attention to the Good Shepherdess. Rick has
brought his very own shepherd's crook (he's done this before), Sharon is
in charge of the grain bucket, and I have been given a riding crop,
which I am told, will make the sheep think my arms are longer than they
actually are. I also learned that sheep have some depth perception
and other vision issues so the riding-crop-looking-like-an-arm-extension
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Off
we go, heads held high in the morning sunshine, we walked boldly up the
road toward the pasture while Marcia unveiled more of "The Plan" to
us, apparently we need to separate the sheep from the goats, who are
also in the same pasture. Really, how hard can this be, we are 4 people
moving 10 sheep, approximately 2 blocks down a one-lane road with no
traffic. Back to the mantra... <i><b>"A few people are all it takes to move a few hundred sheep, if done correctly"</b></i>.
Then, our Good Shepherdess pointed out the potential obstacles that
could derail "The Plan", i.e., neighbor's lawn of lush green
never-been-grazed-upon grass, complete with a bumper crop of golden
yellow dandelions waving in the morning breeze (are sheep color blind?),
a roadside pond (yikes!), and a neighbor's big brown barking dog
(predator). I also learned that sheep are prey animals and we, humans,
along with barking dogs, are considered predators to them. They can
recognize who is the predator by the location and shape of the eyes....
hmmmmm, I wondered if I would appear more friendly to them with a
wide-eyed sort of deer-in-the-headlights expression, which was
conveniently coming naturally to me at the moment. So, out the gate and
down the road we go, Sharon, the pied-piper of sheep, leading the way
with the bucket of grain, sing-songing to the sheep and enticing them to
follow her. Marcia, Rick and myself bringing up the rear and keeping
the flock together... in theory. (Fortunately, since I was in the rear,
the whole eye-contact predator look thingy was a non-issue.) A few
minor detours and YES, we're inside the gate and outside the barn. Oh,
another thing I learned from the aforementioned article (and from
Marcia) is that sheep don't want to go where they can't see, like into a
dark barn, which is exactly where we were asking them to go. This part
of "The Plan" proved to be more difficult than getting the sheep down
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Finally,
into the barn they all went and we're ready for the games to begin.
Sharon and I were in charge of catching and delivering the sheep,
one-by-wooly-one, to Marcia, who was standing at the ready, trimmers and
shears in hand. Rick, our appointeed scribe, measured the de-worming
dosage for each, scribbled out notes and ear-tag numbers as
Marcia worked on the sheep. It was amazing to watch her, flip the sheep
onto their rear-ends and begin working away, and explaining, mostly to
me, what she was doing, removing the nasty wool from their
rear-ends. It was hard to hear over the <i>baaaa-baaaaa-ing</i> of the sheep, and the<i> buzz-buzzing</i> of the shears... so in her outside voice Marcia said<i> "it's called crutching, like crotch, it's a british term, like pistle or penis."</i> Okay.... I'll file <b>that</b>
away somewhere. Marcia also pointed out that a few of the sheep were
wool-blind (too much wool on their faces blocking their vision), so<i> wigging</i> is the term for the hair cut at the<i> other</i>
end. All kinds of new information! A few hours later and we were
done, 10 whole sheep. Later, as we walked into the local "Grub Hut" for
burgers and fries, we were high-fiving and strutting around like we'd
done a hundred or more. Yes!! Go Team!!!! Driving home I had a deep
and renewed appreciation for sheep (in the pasture) and fleece (in my
spinning basket)!</div>
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Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-89661431948012802402010-06-21T03:28:00.000-07:002010-06-21T04:38:53.932-07:00Connecting Threads<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggslz6on4GWBPpP1fqzZ51eXoM6G0-mdOV1NVEb93HZcKCy7fRAIFiUP7mAFwsMIehTUTlekM76a7azlQ3ROg4jkApl4YORV-qN0K43Vp5MibPLVEpjUHXUNZEGyO9F3V8iAppxA/s1600/Olympic_Peninsula_006%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485189625689302146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggslz6on4GWBPpP1fqzZ51eXoM6G0-mdOV1NVEb93HZcKCy7fRAIFiUP7mAFwsMIehTUTlekM76a7azlQ3ROg4jkApl4YORV-qN0K43Vp5MibPLVEpjUHXUNZEGyO9F3V8iAppxA/s320/Olympic_Peninsula_006%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div>A lot has happened since my last post, and I cannot even begin to put the journey into words. Suffice to say that I am here, whole, and living this gift I've been given to the fullest. I have to share an experience from this past weekend at my shop in Port Gamble. The event in Port Gamble, the Civil War Re-enactment, brought many into town, including a young 11-year old named Sadie, who has been spinning her own yarn for 2 years now. When she entered the shop I saw her eyes glinting at the yarn, fibers, and spinning wheels surrounding her. Her first words to me were "I've been spinning my own yarn for 2 years", and in that moment we made a connection. Sadie was like this little sponge, soaking up all the fiber knowledge she could. I gifted her with fleece from "Gracie" the "Ya-Ya" sheep who lives on nearby Bainbridge Island. We made rolags of "Gracie", punis of cotton, and of course, spun yarn. Sadie made herself at home on the futon at the back of the shop, carders in her lap, preparing the wool for spinning when one of her friends came over to her and Sadie exclaimed, "this is the cozy corner, watch this" and she proceeded to show her friend how to remove the carded wool fibers from the hand carders - a perfect rolag! This is what it's all about, teaching, sharing and creating community. My gift to Sadie - a little fleece and a drop spindle. Her gift to me - her enthusiasm, and her promise to share what she learned this weekend with someone else!</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-25591709174398090972008-05-15T22:29:00.000-07:002008-05-16T00:20:58.225-07:00On Knitting and UFO's (Unfinished Objects)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vQwk6p-_WgvxEoWyHrIr3serw7fyndtCb8Fv7938IPYg5XFgo-ZMmhLdN6EqqM2lzx8VYax0Mx_-nnmViJj2AlBJMMUCApRHtPfkdLHwnuMnroj_XwdU58ZfnOiRelPdDL0nnQ/s1600-h/blowflowers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vQwk6p-_WgvxEoWyHrIr3serw7fyndtCb8Fv7938IPYg5XFgo-ZMmhLdN6EqqM2lzx8VYax0Mx_-nnmViJj2AlBJMMUCApRHtPfkdLHwnuMnroj_XwdU58ZfnOiRelPdDL0nnQ/s400/blowflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200867174263400402" /></a><br />It has been nearly 43 years since I tumbled down the magic rabbit hole into the world of knitting, my grandmother, my teacher, holding my hand. Although I have grown passionate about other aspects of fiber arts, knitting was first -- it is in my heart, my soul. It is my connection to my past, to my Grandmother. As in life, knitting is a journey of transformation, full of choices, we sometimes choose the familiar easy road with its predictable outcome; or the new untraveled road where the journey pushes our skills to a new level, and we emerge more confident having traveled it. <br /><br />I have done a lot of knitting, over a lot of years. So when asked how many knitting projects I have going on at one time, my standard response is "a few". This is an understatement, but to reply with an actual number, as in 3 or 4, would be inaccurate. MY UFO's are most likely in the double-digits and holding. I was confronted with this truth last week as I began to clean what had become my not-so-creative "creative room" due to an overabundance of clutter. This room also serves as a guest room, complete with a bed that was buried under layers of yarn and fiber. So, with a houseguest on the way, I began to sift through the layers. <br /><br />I unearthed a couple of unfinished projects from the 80's, which felt like an archaeological find to me because I didn't know they were buried there, and I wasn't sure what they were. As I looked at the yarn and the partially knit fabrics I thought, "what was I thinking?" You know the saying about if you hang on to something long enough (especially clothing), it will come back into style. That may be true, however, what I might have worn in my 20's would not pass for appropriate clothing on my body now, more than 20 years later. What to do with these UFO's.<br /><br />Rather than being shackled with the arduous task of finishing each of these projects as originally intended (I would have to be insane and a masochist!) I began to look at them differently... not what they were originally supposed to be, but rather what they could become... now. A small cropped sweater (no sleeves yet) could very easily be transformed into a vest. A nearly finished sweater "back" that, I admit, holds absolutely no interest for me,not to knit or to wear, may very well become a pillow top with a little fulling in the washing machine. Hmmmmm, these things I can do! <br /><br />So, here is my revelation. I will no longer refer to my unfinished projects as UFO's. Unfinished Objects... it just sounds so negative, doesn't it? From this day forward they will now be referred to as WIP's - <strong>Works in Progress</strong>. Now doesn't that sound positively creative, almost artistic!<br /><br />By changing this 3-letter acronym, my load has been lightened and I've been set free, or at the very least, a couple monkeys are off my back. I got to thinking that this whole WIP thing could be applied to other facets of my life, for example, my housekeeping, which is constantly interrupted by my need to knit or spin ... again "work in progress". My gardening (or lack of)can also be described as a "work in progress", although there has not been much progress there lately, as my bumper crop of dandelions will most certainly become a garden of "blow flowers", as Miss Lily calls them, before I attend to them.<br /><br />As I see it, it's all one big <strong>work in progress</strong>, really. You, me, our lives in general, and today, my knitting stash in particular, as my hands meander through seemingly endless bags and baskets of yarn. Yarn gathered over years because it "spoke to me", because I just knew it would become <strong>something</strong>, eventually. You "yarnies" out there know what I am talking about. Today I realized that my stash already is <strong>something</strong>, and has been <strong>something</strong> all along... my inspiration!Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-15288603777934764042008-03-09T08:24:00.000-07:002008-03-09T09:12:53.142-07:00Quarterly Post?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVUZIeeNhrf4aqsebgp6WzGwL0CqUk5DgCU-lDi9A0ATyzgHvAH-vj_Yf1ch2P9XcAPDiSpyh0w1ZDkothOD8NzFgdLNuJPC-qMxBIupfs_GqiN6fu0cxiXSBPPcVyZVQx7gAGQ/s1600-h/HomersBeachFiberTranslation.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVUZIeeNhrf4aqsebgp6WzGwL0CqUk5DgCU-lDi9A0ATyzgHvAH-vj_Yf1ch2P9XcAPDiSpyh0w1ZDkothOD8NzFgdLNuJPC-qMxBIupfs_GqiN6fu0cxiXSBPPcVyZVQx7gAGQ/s400/HomersBeachFiberTranslation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175773355945174786" /></a><br />Okay, Okay... It's been nearly 3 months since I last posted and I promised myself (and a few friends) that I would better my average posting time of every 6 months so here I am posting. It's not that I don't think about it, I just don't seem to get around to it, between dyeing, spinning, knitting, and trying to weave (yes my floor loom at the shop still sits there waiting to be warped...). Life is busy. We all know that feeling of not enough time in the day (or night) to get it all done.<br /><br />Well, as of this morning "they" have given us another hour of daylight, while robbing us of a precious hour of Sunday morning sleep. In a few days our body clocks will forgive "them" and we won't even realize the time change until they give us our hour back in October.<br /><br />Much has happened since last post, mainly the Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat! Woo, Hoo. It was a whirlwind 4 days in the marketplace, and what a wonderful market it was. Twice as many vendors this year and major sensory overload for us yarnies and fiberholics. A few of my new spinning friends hit the market for their first time and were quite simply breathless. <br /><br />For those of you who visitied our booth and helped make the market a great success for us - a sincere thank you on behalf of Judith, Kathryn and myself. Also, if anyone out there took a picture of our booth and would share it, please e-mail me. I forgot to replace the batteries in my camera... (yes, all 4 days I forgot...).<br />So, for lack of a "booth" picture, I posted one of my felt pieces (which also hung in the booth). The inspiration was a Winslow Homer painting. I used local Romney wool as the canvas, other wools, silk, and mohair to create my felted interpretation of Homer's beautiful painting. The felt wall hanging now resides in the home of Jan M. who lives in Alaska. <br /><br />The weather is warming up so this week should be spent dyeing more fiber (and yarn) in preparation of the Whidbey Spin-In the first weekend of April. Hope to see many of you there!Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-56825974724456913262007-12-18T21:36:00.000-08:002007-12-19T02:13:49.475-08:00Country Christmas in Port Gamble<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pOqxFdy-YpJTyM1C-ewBpw5KQvSYAIPnaU1DAw-BveT24f1uXWqDXhru2hOZfYdWTkGoGtrWG6uQZXI3EToM5m-TOiwuKZRD0A31vOtICG9zXfD48XsfH0RbBXQP_NWV7B6eRA/s1600-h/Carolers.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pOqxFdy-YpJTyM1C-ewBpw5KQvSYAIPnaU1DAw-BveT24f1uXWqDXhru2hOZfYdWTkGoGtrWG6uQZXI3EToM5m-TOiwuKZRD0A31vOtICG9zXfD48XsfH0RbBXQP_NWV7B6eRA/s400/Carolers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145623103733135474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndkzWSs2kTlOLqXwvnQ5wccjsdmxSfl7yQ_l8Bo_gS7LmTkMfAzyxOG8hmuw38iYqRTQ7B5R3qgmisQMLc5-mZg3gs_HJbEZ9it5ubQVEd8vHLM666Y4pjKm22pX-IPQaLXvzcg/s1600-h/Carolers1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndkzWSs2kTlOLqXwvnQ5wccjsdmxSfl7yQ_l8Bo_gS7LmTkMfAzyxOG8hmuw38iYqRTQ7B5R3qgmisQMLc5-mZg3gs_HJbEZ9it5ubQVEd8vHLM666Y4pjKm22pX-IPQaLXvzcg/s400/Carolers1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145623108028102786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhNH9tO2W6gzz3A4n3MMrAtCejlQc-wBDhofwnByXdT9TjZoOW8CkTx3bGvJ6DCFCrQ8hkCnexx9GJMJmpQ4IhG4UzO6jhXbq-hc65MBg6ZecIRUPqoabzr1AD-BaIao7GhN9AA/s1600-h/Carolers2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhNH9tO2W6gzz3A4n3MMrAtCejlQc-wBDhofwnByXdT9TjZoOW8CkTx3bGvJ6DCFCrQ8hkCnexx9GJMJmpQ4IhG4UzO6jhXbq-hc65MBg6ZecIRUPqoabzr1AD-BaIao7GhN9AA/s400/Carolers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145623112323070098" /></a><br />For the past 3 Saturdays, the town of Port Gamble has celebrated "Country Christmas" with an old-time flair. There were arts & crafts, heavenly baked goods, tractor-pulled hay rides with Santa, and a Christmas Tree lighting celebration followed by an amazing fireworks display. We had carolers strolling through town --they even came into the shop several times to sing for a while, and warm up of course. If you haven't made it out to Port Gamble yet, it's worth the trip.Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-28098341606347760192007-11-27T02:55:00.001-08:002007-11-27T03:06:56.511-08:00Country Christmas in Port Gamble<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRBdm7MuaQBBFzQxbOB9tQtlzmrMXXXn9E7R6WsRsqYYu0tvD5QK8shqaKemAkvge2D_1WSkED2oHrWP1NK0yNDeXKVxLmb2Zvo9wMxWPKDNaHRDKOG-mBM012PF6upv81o9Bhg/s1600-h/EXPANDEDYARNWALL1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRBdm7MuaQBBFzQxbOB9tQtlzmrMXXXn9E7R6WsRsqYYu0tvD5QK8shqaKemAkvge2D_1WSkED2oHrWP1NK0yNDeXKVxLmb2Zvo9wMxWPKDNaHRDKOG-mBM012PF6upv81o9Bhg/s400/EXPANDEDYARNWALL1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137474413141998562" /></a><br />Just a reminder that Port Gamble Country Christmas starts this weekend, December 1st and 2nd, and continues for 2 more weekends in December too. We put the tree up at the shop this past weekend and will finish decorating it this weekend. I hope to see many familiar faces these next few weeks at Port Gamble, and many new faces too.<br /><br />If you haven't been to the shop in Port Gamble yet, we are in the old red Fire Hall across from the General Store (next to the yellow Post Office building). Our hours are 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday and Sunday. Weekdays are by appointment only.Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-76925710877834713302007-11-26T10:30:00.000-08:002007-11-27T02:54:51.884-08:00Duck at my Door<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjj6CWeykjfPFU8v-tGkI29EB_U_bT7V4t3PAkT2u71hipqk490iGE2ac0s6LkR-hb2MEKdNZikmRLGI2S0XI_zYdpkVhA8Gv2G5-eCb6NO6FgsXOwh8RDW5ud3TmIdyQhEXhv7g/s1600-h/DUCKY.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjj6CWeykjfPFU8v-tGkI29EB_U_bT7V4t3PAkT2u71hipqk490iGE2ac0s6LkR-hb2MEKdNZikmRLGI2S0XI_zYdpkVhA8Gv2G5-eCb6NO6FgsXOwh8RDW5ud3TmIdyQhEXhv7g/s400/DUCKY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137469456749738946" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuzpiw5BSb2ov30iXA3XEGBaAy8NCbM_1hALXwvKAUCEWmcrDuS7ZY6E9RrExzxpmXVxVoBuwKEwn-DFTQxNzk2lnlI_r2Q1_CfNdyprR3CvepYxrLhuuD6gHbcoqqeFWhYc_gQ/s1600-h/DUCKCLOSE.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuzpiw5BSb2ov30iXA3XEGBaAy8NCbM_1hALXwvKAUCEWmcrDuS7ZY6E9RrExzxpmXVxVoBuwKEwn-DFTQxNzk2lnlI_r2Q1_CfNdyprR3CvepYxrLhuuD6gHbcoqqeFWhYc_gQ/s400/DUCKCLOSE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137469461044706258" /></a><br />When I arrived at the shop one morning last week I was greeted by a Duck. A lone duck, quacking and pacing back and forth along the front of the shop. A friendly duck looking for attention maybe, but more likely food so I fed him my bananna (it was that or an apple and I decided to save the apple for MY lunch). The duck stayed around for a while, waddling back and forth outside the front of the shop. He peered in through the overhead door a few times, then just wandered off. He didn't appear to be hurt physically, and he certainly had a good appetite as he devoured my entire bananna in seconds! I guess he was just a very friendly duck passing through Port Gamble ... likely heading south to warmer climates.Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-12901660655595178462007-11-19T20:29:00.000-08:002007-11-27T02:13:11.998-08:00Rebecca's Shawl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbwf83CA_u9Qhe1dfiygb5nBPGN26yGCHEo-bA7xP_-itoT_TMcW8goPR2eTI3KATrzKbZUJMomaPO342lhEnfFcIkk_4IeFbwcpPR4GjQepfloxoD7Z3wy6ripb0HBfDkoH1PA/s1600-h/BECKIESSHAWL2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbwf83CA_u9Qhe1dfiygb5nBPGN26yGCHEo-bA7xP_-itoT_TMcW8goPR2eTI3KATrzKbZUJMomaPO342lhEnfFcIkk_4IeFbwcpPR4GjQepfloxoD7Z3wy6ripb0HBfDkoH1PA/s400/BECKIESSHAWL2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137457843158170514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzktXiXAKYL5w48jtIA9VlmMVjA4IF0iXNh5w4q7Dkf1xU5pM6AvTcUIBtj1xar2bJEn7-HBN1s7onUWACN25nLQFoitY5kSqznWh0BESJu5NGEB9EdPjcU4mOeJU1VsHmdiMHuw/s1600-h/BECKIESSHAWL.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzktXiXAKYL5w48jtIA9VlmMVjA4IF0iXNh5w4q7Dkf1xU5pM6AvTcUIBtj1xar2bJEn7-HBN1s7onUWACN25nLQFoitY5kSqznWh0BESJu5NGEB9EdPjcU4mOeJU1VsHmdiMHuw/s400/BECKIESSHAWL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137457847453137826" /></a><br />A little while back my dear friend Karen B. introduced me to Rebecca, who is an absolutely extraordinary person, and an artist too! Rebecca and Karen came to spend the day and "play" at the shop in Port Gamble. Rebecca's goal was to learn to spin, which she did on a drop spindle - yes, another spinner was born!<br /><br />Here is Rebecca wearing one of my felt shawls, correction.... now her felt shawl! Thanks Rebecca!!Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-49192598766419344512007-08-17T21:54:00.000-07:002007-08-17T22:11:00.817-07:00A Week's Work<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7ccQtwGiKhzsTU5p6RC3EQaRz4BXQlbhqtBoUfzK4DQdIhyEAzT3e9nKCtvE3ayGfUPcN508hZlNV7KivXFp1LKNeNARBfc3_e2qLIrF1Hni5lI4zZgPVe_a67LP9xyoxKByAA/s1600-h/Fiber1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7ccQtwGiKhzsTU5p6RC3EQaRz4BXQlbhqtBoUfzK4DQdIhyEAzT3e9nKCtvE3ayGfUPcN508hZlNV7KivXFp1LKNeNARBfc3_e2qLIrF1Hni5lI4zZgPVe_a67LP9xyoxKByAA/s400/Fiber1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099903438996903490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUA4i5Td8ebPoPX6TEmF0ZqKZPj2y2TLWXlkM4KcaObo5RaQIBiovvTNv26nXWqwMKAfs34aH-J0jPQZSttXNzr7ZGe92FT6EmgbeI2N8laB-Ue6j4dspltwYSg1tr2GMx3yP9g/s1600-h/Fiber2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifUA4i5Td8ebPoPX6TEmF0ZqKZPj2y2TLWXlkM4KcaObo5RaQIBiovvTNv26nXWqwMKAfs34aH-J0jPQZSttXNzr7ZGe92FT6EmgbeI2N8laB-Ue6j4dspltwYSg1tr2GMx3yP9g/s400/Fiber2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099903443291870802" /></a><br />I wanted to take a picture of this past week's dyeing - lots of yarn and the usual fibers... 8 colorways of dyed top - Corriedale, Blue Face Leicester, and Merino. I also dyed tencel and bamboo for the first time... different process using fiber reactive dyes so learning along the way. I did achieve some beautiful colors so it was a success! I dyed some baby alpaca top that is dreamy soft; more silk, and mohair locks in new colors (well, they are all new since I don't try to repeat and I always mix my own!) So, here it is, what is going to the shop in Port Gamble tomorrow morning.Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-21294588826795265292007-08-08T00:04:00.000-07:002007-08-08T00:43:38.336-07:00My Dyeing Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1DJdGUxZPMuf5mfoG9DxkVKuiBH2Pk3U9KtkEuen-vnX9BGO61KbcE1h_rAwK0zhCOOX-4gAlzJ-VqeK7hl1o5g6ujGd2v2lHNaJcegVdJZ7v649_iJS5kD3BAzLZxaFas_8kBA/s1600-h/DyeingYarn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1DJdGUxZPMuf5mfoG9DxkVKuiBH2Pk3U9KtkEuen-vnX9BGO61KbcE1h_rAwK0zhCOOX-4gAlzJ-VqeK7hl1o5g6ujGd2v2lHNaJcegVdJZ7v649_iJS5kD3BAzLZxaFas_8kBA/s400/DyeingYarn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096230382275764546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5AztzQTOYXal2OEM-NmOK5_5Aiv7uRD_Nti7yPffpgwWvcbCxHVcHwVaRnMTR7MIoUpoSYFB-bpZMKMoKDJYMChlvyDTGPLm3G1RkE6hCQxfy7XB8738vm6tslyBl0CqaTYZCg/s1600-h/silkchiffon1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5AztzQTOYXal2OEM-NmOK5_5Aiv7uRD_Nti7yPffpgwWvcbCxHVcHwVaRnMTR7MIoUpoSYFB-bpZMKMoKDJYMChlvyDTGPLm3G1RkE6hCQxfy7XB8738vm6tslyBl0CqaTYZCg/s400/silkchiffon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096230386570731858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6X6nwdME64rMFXIeI-dQO59g8CpAj4W_Ih03wt8sYiFUmF6RiY-8V4tCsUSAtpzVljUgXeZ65bZooi302WflCUIOXcREez4fqYMCXtz8Xtmky0t7xI1NvgEwd11LwAdRruhK2Lg/s1600-h/goddessscarf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6X6nwdME64rMFXIeI-dQO59g8CpAj4W_Ih03wt8sYiFUmF6RiY-8V4tCsUSAtpzVljUgXeZ65bZooi302WflCUIOXcREez4fqYMCXtz8Xtmky0t7xI1NvgEwd11LwAdRruhK2Lg/s400/goddessscarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096230390865699170" /></a><br />Well, I've been busy over here, dyeing up a storm... yarn, yarn, and more yarn, and a little silk top and some mohair locks too. Summer weather disappeared so I've got a fire in the wood stove and the yarn and fiber drying on a nearby rack. Good grief, August and I have a fire going!!!<br /><br />I also made my first attempt at dyeing silk chiffon fabric and what fun that is! The blue and green piece is my favorite and I named it the Goddess Scarf. Maybe it is just me, but it looks like there is a Goddess in the center with her arms outstretched! Does anybody else see it??? Anyway, I decided I have to do more of this..Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-65153642677120348462007-08-04T08:10:00.000-07:002007-08-06T04:13:16.408-07:00Wrist Distaff & Yarn Caddy... Felty Staff?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_fnW-hPWrvntihRjLpoPhkw0YXMokaM-TJ8kLln-KV2jRlRwToYzSjUDPRwlkfM5nhx4J_rqivWyymCOZF3YKh410Vi1f3NqRW5PhXPPsjR6vG-ig6JjfhX3efR2G86z1DmSnw/s1600-h/feltystaff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879846989406498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_fnW-hPWrvntihRjLpoPhkw0YXMokaM-TJ8kLln-KV2jRlRwToYzSjUDPRwlkfM5nhx4J_rqivWyymCOZF3YKh410Vi1f3NqRW5PhXPPsjR6vG-ig6JjfhX3efR2G86z1DmSnw/s400/feltystaff.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4_qhX1QNfDpSJMZMShWOoYc18n8BOxY6AX7poW427DATR8NhvAOYa7OuMiURY0iPScFaC6tAlTaxvuuj6DMQjyxNmteNzWyTIb9AUM3Td6uc-O3h7zynTDiCRxFcMIim9eppEA/s1600-h/feltystaff1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879851284373810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4_qhX1QNfDpSJMZMShWOoYc18n8BOxY6AX7poW427DATR8NhvAOYa7OuMiURY0iPScFaC6tAlTaxvuuj6DMQjyxNmteNzWyTIb9AUM3Td6uc-O3h7zynTDiCRxFcMIim9eppEA/s400/feltystaff1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, here is another one of those "creations"... you know, the 2 a.m. and you're just knitting along and well... whatever. So, I tossed it in the washing machine and out came the "Felty Staff". (No, I didn't name it, a friend did.) The original Felty was smaller and seemed ideal for finer fibers like cashmere and yak and bison, Oh my! Hmmmm, but I knit too... so the next Felty was large enough to hold an average size center-pull ball of yarn. I can free up my hands in an instant without having to put it down, just poke my needles or spindle into the felty and slide the loop handle up my arm - voila, hands free! I knit this one from some of my hand-painted wool yarn and finished it by embellishing with beads.Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-69373086426692014982007-08-04T06:00:00.000-07:002007-08-04T06:36:46.161-07:00Pieces Shawl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTaf3WrzxO6X9N87Ia4ZymzzotaW8G1CGW5w_LNf2t5aH-yGDmdPe2QW7TM-R0S5yQHCCi9ErP8w_HbmP5WbCnVxHjCI3lZxNXEKAnKZrz6MhFVDjPc39XATbVYp9UnNS2u2GEQ/s1600-h/PiecesShawl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094836575193899282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTaf3WrzxO6X9N87Ia4ZymzzotaW8G1CGW5w_LNf2t5aH-yGDmdPe2QW7TM-R0S5yQHCCi9ErP8w_HbmP5WbCnVxHjCI3lZxNXEKAnKZrz6MhFVDjPc39XATbVYp9UnNS2u2GEQ/s400/PiecesShawl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've had a lot of comments on this creation so I thought I'd post it. What started out as knitting a "swatch" of one of my hand-painted yarns evolved into a shawl. It is simply stockinette stitch - no sewing involved as the 2nd and 3rd pieces are knit directly onto the previous piece. The border (3rd piece) is yo's and k2tog's over 7 stitches and is knit right onto the edge of the rectangle. The beads are added as you knit by placing the bead on the stitch with a tiny crochet hook. The beads provide just enough weight for the edge to hold it's shape and drape nicely. For those of us that fear lace this is an interesting alternative. I am writing up the pattern.... Once again I should have made notes as I was knitting it. Now, how many times have I said that! </div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-44961309147558360242007-07-22T07:37:00.000-07:002007-08-04T05:52:35.984-07:00Romney Batts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfq7QGp5YymJEHIkvc1UbfR15SGTWutAeQgCWoetehMrRbFvTH9ZD8Lo-NbZb7rQ7zowJ888DfclHbZ5T67A7fu_pnushU6Krw1GU0R83geea_mAtvcBY_IsqujlrJfyqQzzrDw/s1600-h/giantbatts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094826619459707138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfq7QGp5YymJEHIkvc1UbfR15SGTWutAeQgCWoetehMrRbFvTH9ZD8Lo-NbZb7rQ7zowJ888DfclHbZ5T67A7fu_pnushU6Krw1GU0R83geea_mAtvcBY_IsqujlrJfyqQzzrDw/s400/giantbatts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These are enormous batts, certainly nothing I could produce! When I learned they were batts of Romney fleece raised right here in Kingston, Washington, of course I had to have them. I wanted to dye them in one piece, which obviously would be a challenge as they weigh over 2 lbs. each. I managed to fold and scrunch them enough to squeeze them into the pot. Whew! Now, what to do with them? Maybe a "felting day" on the patio in front of the shop... I think they would make interesting felt rugs!</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-25756091096398357432007-07-21T06:20:00.000-07:002007-08-04T05:31:22.354-07:00Finishing Felt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8HB-6HO51_uA1y16aerk5ho0y9n7dUwVdXMak876QOXDOYP9JihVztstx37mW17OlYxBqT7j0vdQm4KRRVuazC1RjumaAVsiEJji2FzqTVKT1fgVYzIyupLZfqd37TxymYzs5A/s1600-h/finishingfelt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094821057477058786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8HB-6HO51_uA1y16aerk5ho0y9n7dUwVdXMak876QOXDOYP9JihVztstx37mW17OlYxBqT7j0vdQm4KRRVuazC1RjumaAVsiEJji2FzqTVKT1fgVYzIyupLZfqd37TxymYzs5A/s400/finishingfelt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Near the end of day 2 and the work is nearly done. Yes, we are tired and sore from the endless pounding and rolling but we are not fighting over felt... this is actually part of the finishing technique!</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-81829279350025675262007-07-21T05:31:00.000-07:002007-08-04T05:36:48.396-07:00Felt as Art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwFaFRCelH8fzv0VtoH009sbGg48DpQTE1hvv5Vqecc8hgvLWzIKPRWjoiTzn0SdXvl4F-MoIWIrrZM_oZPOlCftg4WEHh7a5YF9WThhcjQVV7mEmjgYpwaT1YQFV8nmYchIkTA/s1600-h/FeltedArt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094822981622407410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwFaFRCelH8fzv0VtoH009sbGg48DpQTE1hvv5Vqecc8hgvLWzIKPRWjoiTzn0SdXvl4F-MoIWIrrZM_oZPOlCftg4WEHh7a5YF9WThhcjQVV7mEmjgYpwaT1YQFV8nmYchIkTA/s400/FeltedArt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These are just 3 examples of the beautiful artwork created over these 2 days...</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-67715385292813650962007-07-20T22:25:00.000-07:002007-08-04T05:20:18.470-07:00Felting Workshop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgta46tIBFI6bHC29QQzTZKF2q102Jy_I5Lcn6E5-uzbh01e47SPs1TuF5Ivhgy668g8B-oFgcYuxGpGthHyXzfy0n0zIoHNeH7w6w0BJs5EUnQuzXEVhdOo8lx6v2cqt6n6i4lyA/s1600-h/workshop1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094811557009400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgta46tIBFI6bHC29QQzTZKF2q102Jy_I5Lcn6E5-uzbh01e47SPs1TuF5Ivhgy668g8B-oFgcYuxGpGthHyXzfy0n0zIoHNeH7w6w0BJs5EUnQuzXEVhdOo8lx6v2cqt6n6i4lyA/s400/workshop1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EXByfqB1D7q7D_j7TQ6Ilq5mC8G42FP7xfpyj55WSTGR0aSamiw1RTe0xtXkTQeRsZDEq5ySwsabMVAa4lZYtFz9W1o5dw5lttcXzkJQ9i5UzrmSw_5hMUb_ElbxfH-o7ADC2w/s1600-h/workshop2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094811561304367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EXByfqB1D7q7D_j7TQ6Ilq5mC8G42FP7xfpyj55WSTGR0aSamiw1RTe0xtXkTQeRsZDEq5ySwsabMVAa4lZYtFz9W1o5dw5lttcXzkJQ9i5UzrmSw_5hMUb_ElbxfH-o7ADC2w/s400/workshop2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To all my friends that were around me for the past couple months "I'm sorry". I had literally worked myself into a heap of nerves (worse than usual, that is) in anticipation of teaching this two-day workshop on laminated felt using merino, silk, and cashmere fibers. You can see a picture of one of my pieces in the Summer 2007 issue of Spin-Off in the Handspun Gallery of Felted Items (Page 90-91). I lost track of how many yards of silk I had to mordant, and I have absolutely no idea how many pounds of cashmere, silk, and merino I dyed, oh, and lots and lots of kid mohair locks too!</div><div></div><br /><div>Well, much to my amazement, the workshop went well and everyone went home with a beautiful finished project. So, "Thanks" to Suzanne for the opportunity to teach this technique in a workshop environment; and "Thanks" to fiber enthusiasts Amy, Kathy, Robin, Linnea, Katie, Liz, Lisa, Roxana, Cathy, Tiffaney, Judy, Susanne and Spring for signing up giving me the opportunity to share this with you. It was simply too much fun!</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-846231759154085172007-05-09T01:02:00.000-07:002007-06-15T02:13:02.473-07:00Last of the Sheep to Sweater AMP - Felting !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKRSvN6tgFQlREU3YQT2ND7bqGGFA6JWq_ocq70-B33fMbZlwADvBltXuMV3rX82PyM4NmYvzHsyEaNbCQxQZKH83Q3VE7Nyx1QcN4FxzO7mB6QuO2Qx10yOioVbIx8Bggfs1Pw/s1600-h/felting+is+hard+work.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076216356203370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNKRSvN6tgFQlREU3YQT2ND7bqGGFA6JWq_ocq70-B33fMbZlwADvBltXuMV3rX82PyM4NmYvzHsyEaNbCQxQZKH83Q3VE7Nyx1QcN4FxzO7mB6QuO2Qx10yOioVbIx8Bggfs1Pw/s400/felting+is+hard+work.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our two days with The Bush School students nearly over and only one project left... Felting!! We did a small wet felting project over a resist and all the creative energy was flowing like a river run wild. No two projects were the same! Thanks to all the students for allowing us to share our knowledge with them .... and also teaching <strong><em>us</em></strong> so much in the process.</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-32174753339404563062007-05-09T00:24:00.000-07:002007-06-15T02:03:40.848-07:00Wheel Spinning...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1KqiX5whn4PBVD6lAv30Bw2EGC_pERYWVa_GdK9vJ4-9Zq9uTt6nHYa8xefpgzSI9Bscrd4YtPtgAaZGMOwGz28yrcxX8QwooNENJVe_Na9Ez5EGse_alWYsP2oRI7d6p13VWA/s1600-h/wheel+spinning2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196676663220082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1KqiX5whn4PBVD6lAv30Bw2EGC_pERYWVa_GdK9vJ4-9Zq9uTt6nHYa8xefpgzSI9Bscrd4YtPtgAaZGMOwGz28yrcxX8QwooNENJVe_Na9Ez5EGse_alWYsP2oRI7d6p13VWA/s320/wheel+spinning2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQpX42wlzWVPhUOOPJmIUBWh4htXw-oDB0_-Y9BtbqChgtI2lhryCq4IQdu-FpiIsN1hKvx2nmmjV8DyAWwNqyq7dX6MXU9huWxWYFOThAfQ0NeoWKZTtHK1I_R7R_jBUNn8PJA/s1600-h/wheel+spinning3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196685253154690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQpX42wlzWVPhUOOPJmIUBWh4htXw-oDB0_-Y9BtbqChgtI2lhryCq4IQdu-FpiIsN1hKvx2nmmjV8DyAWwNqyq7dX6MXU9huWxWYFOThAfQ0NeoWKZTtHK1I_R7R_jBUNn8PJA/s320/wheel+spinning3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VSlpL2ZokZE3Re_dsWPoOmVpwnWgKUQ13ALClqH-r5TWY8Oqe1Qt9RLwuFnWtCyMGc0GY-7tAkWXeQDOTEMj0BrZ1m8JOofgPxc2qbhKs3yW1wgClsNPLRrDLdv4vhOgl0kikg/s1600-h/wheel+spinning4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196689548122002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VSlpL2ZokZE3Re_dsWPoOmVpwnWgKUQ13ALClqH-r5TWY8Oqe1Qt9RLwuFnWtCyMGc0GY-7tAkWXeQDOTEMj0BrZ1m8JOofgPxc2qbhKs3yW1wgClsNPLRrDLdv4vhOgl0kikg/s320/wheel+spinning4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnV7QAVaPOVQcJLCOamwfecMSqyNbz_kEy65qt3SWDPLlQw1X3Tbc93mW_ioD6YfClLtADHGOQZECNYfZvcGyKtHSk6Q8G-GZIqI3202nK4MkvcN5W8EHv4Ny63h1fK1_aG5kkQ/s1600-h/wheel+spinning5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196693843089314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnV7QAVaPOVQcJLCOamwfecMSqyNbz_kEy65qt3SWDPLlQw1X3Tbc93mW_ioD6YfClLtADHGOQZECNYfZvcGyKtHSk6Q8G-GZIqI3202nK4MkvcN5W8EHv4Ny63h1fK1_aG5kkQ/s320/wheel+spinning5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After everyone had their try at hand carding and drum carding we had a group lesson on drop spindle spinning. That afternoon everyone was spinning their own yarn on drop spindles... a few even went on to wheel spinning!</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-68372494796036824502007-05-09T00:05:00.000-07:002007-06-15T02:02:52.727-07:00More on the AMP... Hand Carding & Drum Carding<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERMwNU8grPMawIaz1m-bC7nCDAguxlUM56VNqVsIUvAPubkZk9QU2pdkN1PXytsq5Te5b0Dtz_KL90D94Lx2AcY2WABV920UNlDg2trJWPwyZk0NmJJfdsFkqJvq8Sf6q5hdzKw/s1600-h/hand+carding3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076185883410405218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERMwNU8grPMawIaz1m-bC7nCDAguxlUM56VNqVsIUvAPubkZk9QU2pdkN1PXytsq5Te5b0Dtz_KL90D94Lx2AcY2WABV920UNlDg2trJWPwyZk0NmJJfdsFkqJvq8Sf6q5hdzKw/s400/hand+carding3.JPG" border="0" /></a>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-60108561299165000432007-05-08T23:31:00.000-07:002007-06-15T02:01:02.690-07:00Sheep to Sweater AMP at Rainshadow Farm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivERO5g2uze127rMjNlIHvj1YTaHtqkgpVt_lxcIKTqmD4zzKtFIyJwOuT4eZjBaFV9BHjX_jX3AzEYC_zLdrvhEsGvbgBvtR-oMKoCSAfrfV29jkKAX0N3PZYBGRy_nGzkQfeUw/s1600-h/shearing1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076182249868072754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivERO5g2uze127rMjNlIHvj1YTaHtqkgpVt_lxcIKTqmD4zzKtFIyJwOuT4eZjBaFV9BHjX_jX3AzEYC_zLdrvhEsGvbgBvtR-oMKoCSAfrfV29jkKAX0N3PZYBGRy_nGzkQfeUw/s400/shearing1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Marcia assured us that Homer was quite comfortable....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ixzo66rRUBAcnnjC44EdTxfzuUjAdQH4ip5VaASAgVhjfPq774tTS5FuyLfzyr6pZ_Mj3oIe72eFzpIYdJZN_hUrBQNKS10iH8zpNzvDxHm7F7YUgjMqRpoHOtWcVpPEuFvWKQ/s1600-h/shearing6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076182254163040066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ixzo66rRUBAcnnjC44EdTxfzuUjAdQH4ip5VaASAgVhjfPq774tTS5FuyLfzyr6pZ_Mj3oIe72eFzpIYdJZN_hUrBQNKS10iH8zpNzvDxHm7F7YUgjMqRpoHOtWcVpPEuFvWKQ/s400/shearing6.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last month's Sheep to Sweater AMP with The Bush School was a tremendous success. The AMP (experiential education at its acronymic finest) led by Lisa Keller (Head Librarian at The Bush School) was designed to immerse 13 high school students in the process of yarn and feltmaking from sheep to finished product. Marcia, Claudia, and I had two days to show them our stuff and boy did they get an education (and so did we!). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Marcia kicked off the event by demonstrating her famous "sheep flipping" technique, then proceeded to shear her ram, Homer.</div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-62912961564250158902007-05-07T14:24:00.000-07:002007-05-07T14:39:49.418-07:00Constance and the Basket of Bison<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQzKhZ92UiSlOkpzyL58Prwg3Yc7nDKHlmeK6FiKW5JoK3g3_Lc1IvrZQoRRjILCxm6yW2MwwK6vif83fIrGlX37gZUU0TPjOWfsXfguTO3pAyCAfGFHqj58uxPorRF5EqpGvMg/s1600-h/BisonBasket2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061936454413292514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQzKhZ92UiSlOkpzyL58Prwg3Yc7nDKHlmeK6FiKW5JoK3g3_Lc1IvrZQoRRjILCxm6yW2MwwK6vif83fIrGlX37gZUU0TPjOWfsXfguTO3pAyCAfGFHqj58uxPorRF5EqpGvMg/s400/BisonBasket2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Constance was again with us at the shop on Sunday, her last day before the big move to Morgan Hill. Linda, who has Constance following her around like a little puppy, decided to take Constance outside to do her "business". We decided that day 3 in sheep life is the discovery of running and jumping, as Constance leaped out the door and began trotting across the parking lot as if to say, "Look Mom, No Fences!!". Linda caught up with her and safely returned to the shop where curious Constance seemed to be attracted to the basket of Buffalo Gals Bison fiber. </div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-27340334134600907512007-05-07T12:47:00.000-07:002007-05-07T14:23:37.401-07:00Constance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MTy2LvfstxVyr9kV63pB2l9r_l_KU6_RlsHk7qe35vVpIqD39d_uq2WeKbW6r1q0bRRKdGY3eo8wyhomYvLGAWiM2fiQHVkdHKfNYQ30vq7OqrJHEbTWTD3Mvji7aRVCPbYGVQ/s1600-h/Constance1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061928332630135762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MTy2LvfstxVyr9kV63pB2l9r_l_KU6_RlsHk7qe35vVpIqD39d_uq2WeKbW6r1q0bRRKdGY3eo8wyhomYvLGAWiM2fiQHVkdHKfNYQ30vq7OqrJHEbTWTD3Mvji7aRVCPbYGVQ/s400/Constance1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is Constance, just 2 days old on Saturday! She is Linda's "Bottle Baby" who for reasons unknown, was rejected by her mother. Linda, on the other hand, bonded with this sweet lamb immediately and has been bottle feeding her every 4 hours, so she was at the shop with us all weekend... The word was out on the street early Saturday that we had a 2-day old lamb (Jacob Breed) in the shop. She was quite the attraction as people entered the shop asking "Where's the Baby?".</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>By the end of Saturday afternoon there was an adoption offer on the table from a friend and local B&B owner, Marcia Breece. Marcia's sanctuary, Morgan Hill Retreat in Poulsbo, is already home to a family of fortunate critters, and I personally couldn't think of a better home for Constance. Linda slept on the offer (and checked out Marcia's references) and agreed to the adoption (with visitation privileges I am sure!) . I heard that Marcia spent a sleepless Saturday night waiting for Linda's decision and researching the Jacob Sheep Breed!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy news is that Constance will be moving to Morgan Hill Retreat (<a href="http://www.morganhillretreat.com">www.morganhillretreat.com</a>) on Monday afternoon, where she will be most wanted and lovingly cared for by Marcia, her new shepherdess.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-30172688411577930262007-05-07T12:14:00.000-07:002007-05-07T12:47:37.540-07:00Sunday Spinning at the Artful Ewe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ovtVpn3q6P44xR6Tfpu-KqGeliQy47SUikhr_zT8aITZTNJQH36CLrNIQjhd4eYmI6ohi-FC-Axb4UU_McZjJl-ygMbpWHOTOc9CjMh_tedHvu9MuTKW1VDUllGEFp1vdmGa-w/s1600-h/SundaySpinning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061907557873324994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ovtVpn3q6P44xR6Tfpu-KqGeliQy47SUikhr_zT8aITZTNJQH36CLrNIQjhd4eYmI6ohi-FC-Axb4UU_McZjJl-ygMbpWHOTOc9CjMh_tedHvu9MuTKW1VDUllGEFp1vdmGa-w/s400/SundaySpinning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last Sunday we made a new fiber friend, Vickie, who is also a member of NwRSA (Northwest Regional Spinner's Association), and has been spinning for about 20 years. She was so excited to find us and said she would be back. Well, one week later she was back, with her wheel, and spent the afternoon spinning with us! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's an Open Invitation to Spinners/Knitters/Fiber Enthusiasts! Bring your wheel, needles, or whatever you're working on and spend the afternoon.<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We're Open 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday and Sunday</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(Weekdays by Appointment - Please call me at 360-297-3493 or 360-643-0183).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><em><strong>Oh, and we don't have a lot of chairs yet so please bring your spinning stool or something to sit on!!!</strong></em> </div>Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22805707.post-80639166249952821872007-05-07T11:53:00.000-07:002007-05-07T12:14:00.386-07:00Fiber Station<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUz7NTUq134NrdIX62s95yNTC-r2xP3JqxkWi1L3Oqn3CCBrSC3KroV4vl_aLfVpWVGvk2LjoQ1dSktWxXpSV8OQqZ0bWyLeh82ZzUQ3yN7CAanPyv9hgiBYnb0hNF8YQR55vwhA/s1600-h/FiberStation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061896253519401906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUz7NTUq134NrdIX62s95yNTC-r2xP3JqxkWi1L3Oqn3CCBrSC3KroV4vl_aLfVpWVGvk2LjoQ1dSktWxXpSV8OQqZ0bWyLeh82ZzUQ3yN7CAanPyv9hgiBYnb0hNF8YQR55vwhA/s400/FiberStation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Is it a Fire Station.... or a Fiber Station??? <br />We're Open!! Our first weekend and wow was it busy. The building we are in was part of the Port Gamble Historic Home Tour on Saturday. I can't count how many times we were asked "where are the fire engines?".Heidi at The Artful Ewehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11935129174763782676noreply@blogger.com0