Fiber ghosts

My view as I ran an errand yesterday.

I have bought most of my weaving looms and sewing machines used, often directly from the previous fiber addict. It saddens me that I only met these women as they phase fiber arts out of their lives and sometimes moved away from this area.

I think of them as I use their tools. My wool carders have another woman’s name on them. My floor loom has stains where someone tried warp painting. A friend’s husband made my warping board – he’s passed away, I never met him but think of them both as I wind a warp.

Just yesterday I bought an 8 shaft Leclerc table loom from a weaver extraordinaire. Sadly her truck’s packed and she’s heading south after a few years here and our paths never crossed until now.

I am thinking of placing a personal ad.

Garden’s bounty

My garden was moderately bountiful but it didn’t produce anything as large as this Hubbard squash.


This is a new food to me but is known by most people in the North Country. It’s a winter squash and reportedly very sweet. I’ll find out once I am able to wrestle it into the oven. My friend cut her’s with a band saw. I’m left with merely a bread knife.

My garden did grow a bunch of carrots and I harvested them and the lettuce and mustard greens. I left the last arugula crop in place because it looked so happy where it was.



My lichens fermented for over a month and I tried to dye a wool/alpaca blend with them. For naught. I got slightly beige.


But my pandas are playful and a success.