Michigan League of Handweavers Conference 2012

I had the great pleasure of teaching at the Michigan League of Handweavers conference in Holland, Michigan this past weekend. The conference was extremely well run, the people were all super-friendly Michiganders, and my students were brilliant. They were shiny and happy and cooperative and they made beautiful things. I loved them all immediately....



You may notice a theme here. Michigan is very welcoming. Millie brought me a wonderful gift and was a charming and gracious student. She is a talented tapestry weaver and I wish I was related to her. Thanks Millie!


The class I was teaching was Color Gradation for Tapestry. When you start seeing this on the student's tables, you know they are getting into the material:

This is the yarn palette I brought for this conference. I am still somewhat new to this workshop teaching circuit (and being surrounded by teachers who have been doing this for decades was both intimidating and exhilarating--they were awesome and I got some wonderful advice from a fellow weaver and veteran teacher), and as a newbie I have to continually tweak what I am doing (not tweet, tweak) until it feels like the right thing. The yarn is an evolving experiment. I started with a basic jewel-tone sort of palette and have slowly added colors that I think the students will enjoy more. Every conference or workshop I teach I ask the students what color they would most have liked to have during the workshop that they didn't and I dye that color pick a color I like from all the responses and dye it. This week they said they were missing brown. I think I can add that one though I suspect it will have a hint of purple in it.


The color experiment of the summer was red. I did dye a cherry red, and though it is still not exactly what I am looking for, it is much much closer to what I had before. I was trying to match this paint swatch labeled "Red Geranium". The colors in the photo are not quite right and it is interesting that the light reflects differently off the wool and the paint chip (this is a good lesson for fiber artists! Yarn is different than paint.) The colors of the ball to the left of the paint chip and the chip are actually almost identical.

The whole palette before the workshop began. These students surprised me and just about completely cleaned me out of yarn at the end of the workshop. I will not have to ship a box of yarn home. Thank you Michigan weavers... although now I have to go home and do more dyeing.

This is a wonderful bit of tapestry from Sharon. Her fingers were very familiar with a tapestry warp. In fact, looking at the sample now it reminds me of my time on Prince Edward Island in July and the red rocks and sand against the ocean.

Here is another student's work. Sue really got into the color gradation. This was what I was hoping to see and she really nailed it. She was creative and thoughtful and made a beautiful bit of weaving.

All of the students worked hard and I was so proud of their efforts. Tapestry is a very slow process and they worked diligently on the exercises presented.

This is the talented Jenny Schu. She made her own loom (that tells you something, doesn't it?). She is an amazing bead artist. You should check out her website and blog... and then order some jewelry from her or visit her gallery in East Lansing, MI. Young people in fiber arts? They are out there. We need them. And we need them involved. Jenny is all that (and she is good at tapestry!).

This was the beginning of the end for the yarn table. It was great to see people fired up about color.

I may have to adopt Jeanne and Barb's new name for flat-bottomed hachure: Soggy Bottom Boys. It sounds so much better than some stuffy French tapestry term. We did learn a lot about color gradation including use of hachures. I am not convinced that hachure is a technique I should be teaching however. Does anyone use them anymore? Is there really a point? I started teaching how to make them because other people teach how to make them, but it isn't really me. And perhaps I need to take that to heart and realize that what I teach should be what I am excited about. Soggy Bottom Boys are good mind-bending technique-learning things, so perhaps that is their value. It taught the students about making smooth angles and which way to wrap the up or down warp threads. Beyond that we need to go to France.

I had to give a talk about my work Friday evening to the whole group in an auditorium with a powerpoint and a microphone and it was great. I had some nice photos, but I have to tell you that you really don't want to see yourself 12 feet tall on an auditorium screen. The other teachers at this conference are all very experienced and also all very funny. Chad Alice Hagen had me laughing for 20 straight minutes and I'm not even a felter. Juliane Anderson (owner of Threadbender yarn shop which I detailed HERE), Mary Sue Fenner, and Wynne Mattila all make beautiful things out of bits of fiber this and that--magicians really is what they are. (Wynne was in the Helena Hernmarck class with me a couple weeks ago and we've met again already! ... yes, I know, that blog post is coming. It was a special time and it is hard to put it all together! Have patience.) Donna Kallner is an amazing woman and I wish I had three more days to pick her brain about just about everything including goats, Wisconsin, fabric printing, and looping. She was teaching a class about designing fabric using the computer. Silly string and photoshop make a great combination it turns out. And I was lucky enough to be teaching next door to one of the dearest people I know, Jennifer Moore. She is from my home state, and just being near her made me feel calmer (there is something about being from Michigan and/or the midwest that I don't understand. It isn't personal, it is cultural--I think anyway). Jennifer is a brilliant double weave artist. I highly recommend her book, videos, and most of all a workshop with her. Her art is gorgeous.

And this is my special, Hope College-prayerful, word of thanks to the wonderful cook in Phelps Hall who made these Oreo-like gluten free cookies, keeps them hidden in the freezer so the high school football jocks won't eat them all, and gave me free access to them. You are a goddess of the gluten free baking. These cookies were amazing. We only ate at Phelps hall on Friday and when we transferred to Cook Hall dining room for the rest of the weekend, I was mighty disappointed to find that the weekend cooks there had no idea what I was talking about... "What gluten free secret box of cookies in the freezer? You are crazy, lady. We ain't got no stinkin' Oreos!" ... or that is what I heard anyway.

And as a traveling story aside, I had great connections in Minneapolis... but on the way over I hadn't had anything to eat that day, had been up since 3:45 am, it was nearing noon and I only had about 5 minutes to find something before the next plane boarded and THIS was the only restaurant close to my gate.

With some choice words and a large sigh, I crossed the terminal to a bookstore and grabbed this for lunch instead.
I don't suppose Chick-fil-A is going to care one bit, but I wasn't going to give them any of my money. Plus the sugar rush from the Snickers and the caffeine from the Diet Pepsi held me nicely until I got to Grand Rapids, was picked up by a fantastic woman who used to go to college with my mother and who drove me straight to Arnies for lunch. (Where I had a SALAD! ... but only because it is the only thing at Arnies I could eat. And I had to walk by banquet to get into the place. If you don't know what banquet is, you aren't from Michigan.)



It was great, Michigan! Ask me back sometime soon.

PEI, Briarcliffe, and Wendy's potatoes

Entering New Brunswick from Maine, USA.
 We stayed at a great B and B on Prince Edward Island called Briarcliffe Inn. (Incidentally, it is for sale as Mary and Bill have another business they want to focus on, so if you want a profitable and beautiful business on Prince Edward Island, check out their establishment. Here is a blog written by their daughter called Help my Parents Retire.) Mary and Bill Kendrick are amazing hosts. Mary made me fantastic gluten free breakfasts. Seriously, they were amazing. Bill makes wine and I greatly enjoyed my nightly glass of white. They are knowledgeable and love to share what they know about PEI with their guests. They were perfectly lovely hosts and I can't thank them enough for their hospitality and lovely home.


We got to feed the pigs! There is a pig farm next door to Briarcliffe and some of the pigs live in the woods on the B&B property during the summer. We got to feed and water them one morning. They were kind of cute. The next day we had last year's pigs for breakfast. Oh dear. At least it was clear they were happy.


The roads on PEI are really red dirt. Ever read Anne of Green Gables? Anne is the number one tourist attraction on the island. It was a lot of fun to visit the world of L.M. Montgomery. I loved her books as a child. We read the first Anne book on the trip and come to find out I still love them. We did not visit the tourist mecca that is the Anne phenomenon though. The beach was calling.

Red dirt roads ala Anne's world. There are also a lot of windmills on the island.
There is a town on PEI called Crapaud. I actually made Emily pull over so I could take this photo. Crapaud is a term used in tapestry which James always said meant "crap." I suspect that isn't the real meaning of the term (isn't it something about frogs?), but when the tapestry just isn't working out, he would say that you might just have to put in some crapaud to make it all work out (and that was only if things got desperate). As an added bonus, this town is apparently the "Home of the PEI tractor pull championship".

And I was sorry this little shop was closed in Victoria-by-the-sea. We did get amazing chocolate in Victoria.

We had a great day on the beach, Dalvay-by-the-sea (By-The-Sea seems like a frequent addition to town names on PEI. Isn't everything there by the sea?).


This field of potatoes was right behind Briarcliffe Inn.


Those potatoes are destined to become french fries at this establishment of which there are plenty in Canada also:

Prince Edward Island was a wonderful place for a honeymoon. Thanks PEI!

MacAusland's wool mill, Prince Edward Island

Wool mills. Fiber artists love wool mills. It is something about seeing how the fiber gets from the sheep to a tapestry that is fascinating. Although I suppose that it makes me a real fiber geek when going to an old grungy mill is such a great time.

This one was really fun. I visited on July 18th. We were on Prince Edward Island and had been looking forward to visiting this mill since our innkeeper told us about it. The wool mill is on the west end of the island and has been running for generations.

The Wedding Tapestry

I wanted to weave a tapestry for our wedding. I wasn't able to focus on this project until March. The wedding was scheduled for July 14th (and we just couldn't push it off for the sake of art). It became apparent after a few weeks of hard work on design and color choice that I couldn't possibly realize the large project I had envisioned before the end of June.

So this was what I made instead.  I still like to call it the wedding tapestry, but it is clearly not tapestry at all. The origami forms are cranes. Watching the sandhill cranes in various parts of the west has been a favorite activity of mine ever since I ran across a pair accidentally on a wildlife refuge in eastern Oregon in 2003 (no, I wasn't supposed to be walking there during nesting season, but honestly it was a mistake. The fish and wildlife guy who drove in to tell me to get off the refuge until nesting season was over couldn't get out his spiel before I was interrupting him--yeah, I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but what are those big birds with the crazy call!?). I folded cranes for my mother when she had cancer and for myself when I was going through a rough patch. It was such a rough patch actually that I folded 1000 and made a large mobile out of them which hung in my house for a long time... only recently retired as I didn't need it any more. Cranes are healing and peaceful and fascinating. So for our wedding, I folded cranes. Quite a lot of them as it turns out.


The idea was to create a sort of art installation that was comprised of pieces that could be sent home with our guests. They were asked to hang the crane strings in their homes as a way of supporting us for the first year of our marriage.






Each of the crane strings had a marker with our names and the wedding date on it as well as a charm at the end which was chosen specifically for each person.




At the end of the weekend, each crane strand was taken off the copper display rod, packed in a round box, and sent home with our family and friends.

The whole project was rewarding and I realized how powerful adding a lot of similar pieces together can be in a work of art. It was kind of mesmerizing as I was close to finishing it. A curtain of cranes.


Good Commons

Our wedding events (except the ceremony) were held at a place in Plymouth, VT called Good Commons. This beautiful place is run by the amazing Tesha Buss.


The food was cooked by the amazing chefs Matthew Wexler and Martin Howard (who is a pastry chef--the wedding cake was unbelievable). It was outstanding and I was so glad we had Good Commons do the food. They did a lovely Friday "rehearsal dinner" (there was no rehearsal, but the dinner was wonderful) of grilled chicken and porchetta. Desert was s'mores and they were the best thing ever. I hated s'mores as a kid. I think they were too messy. These were fantastic. Gluten free version for me and I could have eaten a plate of them. The wedding dinner was  marvelous Asian fare.
This was Sunday brunch which included these baked goodies and three amazing egg dishes. I can't recommend these two gentlemen enough.

Tesha uses her wonderful house (which she rehabed from basically bedrock with her Dad) to hold retreats, weddings, escapes from NYC... She has the Good Bus to schlep people around. She makes runs to the city (that is New York City) and picks people up for the weekend. She is a woman who makes things happen and her house is lovely. Her mother was visiting the weekend of the wedding and a big shout out to Nancy for all her help! I can see where Tesha gets her spunk.


Martin made to-go cookies for the guests. They were gone in a flash.


We greatly enjoyed our weekend at Good Commons. Thanks so much Tesha, Matthew, Martin, and Nancy! You made our wedding so special.



The Wedding

This blog is intended to be a place to write about fiber and mostly tapestry weaving. Some days my life creeps in much more than I intend. The most important event this year was my wedding to Emily on July 14th. I also don't intend this blog to be any sort of political statement. I am sorry that my wedding even CAN be a political statement (and no, I won't engage you on the Chick-fil-A mess). I am overjoyed to say that I met the partner of my dreams and she agreed to marry me. We had a wonderful ceremony surrounded by supportive family and friends.

In the state of Vermont we are legally married and that was very important to us. The marriage license was waiting for us when we got home. It means something. I can't describe to you why it is so important, but it is. We chose Vermont in part because it seemed like a place that wouldn't back out in the future... that the piece of paper would remain valid. We chose to get married legally because it meant something to enter into something that is meant to be permanent. Please don't debate me in the comments. If you don't agree with gay marriage, that is your path to walk. Leave me to mine.


For those of you who celebrate our wedding, here are a few photos and words about the experience.
We saw a lot of Vermont in our search for a wedding site. We found a beautiful place at Coolidge State Park near Plymouth. And there we got married on July 14th, 2012.


We got married in Vermont because we wanted a state where two women could get married legally and we didn't want to go to another country (Canada being the logical choice). Vermont was the state of the list that we were most attracted to. So we made our families travel (no one lives anywhere near Vermont) and we had a small wedding in Plymouth.

photo: Cornelia Theimer Gardella
Note: Wedding photos were taken by Cornelia Theimer Gardella, an excellent friend, an amazing tapestry artist, and one great photographer. We haven't seen the rest of the photos yet, but they are going to be amazing.

This was one of our favorite wedding gifts.  The Maria-bugs (Marienkafer) came from Germany and accompanied us on the rest of our road trip making frequent stops and cameo appearances, some of which you may witness here.


Our friends and family were wonderful coming from all over the country and world. There were lots of kids and babies and great food and croquet playing and hot tubbing. It was marvelous and difficult to leave when the place was empty again.




Another decade gone...

Today is my birthday. One used to be able to keep birthdays a secret, but with the advent of Facebook, nothing is sacred anymore and I can no longer pretend I never age. In general I don't get too worked up about birthdays. What would be the point? They're great if you're 7 and get to wear a paper hat, but once you're past the balloon and streamer stage, birthdays are mostly just good for getting a great chocolate cake for desert. Today was low key and wonderful (except for the 30 seconds after I realized I was now in my 5th decade of life which seems rather old to me). I feel okay saying that I am now 40.

On my 30th birthday I was hiking with my sister in California and she took this photo on the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail). As I used film back then (an ice age ago in digital time), this is a photo of the photo that has been hanging on my refrigerator (or various refrigerators) for the last decade... its intended purpose at the time still remains--to inspire me to hike (whether I hike the 2,655 miles from Mexico to Canada or not).


And today I went hiking with my sister again--and her husband and baby and Emily... in Colorado, and we ended up on the Colorado Trail. In 2002 I was dreaming of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail (which I have not yet done) and in 2012 I was celebrating 40 years and the fact that I at least DID hike the Colorado Trail in 2003 (with my sister and dog Cassy end to end, 500 miles. Yep.)


Now there is a tiny niece and hikes have to be shorter and it can't be too hot and my life is busier. But I still get immense joy out of being in the woods looking at or climbing 14ers, watching for moose or deer or grouse, daydreaming through sweaty days and starry nights, and dreaming of long days and weeks and months on the trail.

40 years is the blink of an eye and there are still many more adventures to come. I have so many interesting things to do at the loom and in the woods and with my family. I am grateful and still very very lucky. Happy Birthday!