As I said I recently spent a beautiful weekend in Plas Tan Y Bwlch with the North Wales Embroiderers Guild.
At first I was overwhelmed by the talent of the other Guild members, but then I decided that I can only learn from them. I learned a LOT.
There were three tutors on the weekend and we each chose to attend one “craft” There was screen printing, machine embroidery and Appliqué. I chose to stay in my comfort zone of appliqué.
Our tutor was particularly good as she showed slides of her journey through Uzbekistan and the textiles which are a specialty of that area. The Suzanis were very similar to the textiles that I saw in India.
A ditty is a short rhyming song. For example:
A Ditty box was issued to sailors to store their personal belongings or tools
Ordinary Seaman Peter S. Kennedy was my grandfather. He survived WW1 and went on to drive ambulances during WW2. He later became a fireman and was awarded a medal for bravery.
This Ditty box now contains some of my treasures and memories.
What a difference a day makes! Today was sunny, bright and cheerful. There was a “start of the season” party on the sea front today. There was live music, RNLI (which we all hope we will never need!) children’s games and a display of plastic waste! The plastic was shocking and brought home how much plastic waste that there must be in the sea. Nothing better than visual aides!
I have also put another vintage cloth into my Etsy shop Visit noddfacrafts.etsy.com
This is a beautiful vintage linen tray cloth.
Whilst my trip to India was a wonderful adventure, I was extremely disappointed to find on arrival in Delhi that the block printing section had been removed from the itinerary ( as were most other people on the tour) The travel company “Colouriscious” had removed that leg of the holiday and no one realised until we arrived in Delhi. The remaining elements of the adventure however, were amazingly good.
We did see a small example of block printing when attending other workshops.
Used blocks covered in Indigo paint.
Cloth printed and partially embroidered. This fabric is destined to become a sari. When the embroidery is complete it will be washed in the river ( Which didn’t look too clean!) and dried in the sun. The washing removes the indigo print and leaves the white embroidery. It will become a beautiful, very white sari.
Bear with me! Only one more Textile Adventure blog to go!
Rural India where artisans make fine hand knotted carpets. Here, in the village centre,the cows relax in the shade.
The village “pond” where clothes are washed and young men fish for dinner. In the foreground cow dung is drying in the sun, waiting to be used as fuel.
Young men dying the silk in cold water vats. The hanks of silk are dunked and rotated through the dye vats. The women stay at home and work in the fields.
“Boilers” waiting to be fired up to heat the hot water dying vats. Note the winding apparatus to place the hanks of silk on ready for dying.
Field of drying yarn hanks both silk and wool. Destined to become carpets. This region ( Bhadohi) employs 2.2 million rural artisans in a 100% export orientated industry.
The end product Beautiful silk carpets. Which incidentally, reached the UK within 10 Days.
Today is the start of my latest big adventure. India here I come! I’ve packed everything that is important. The most important being my sewing! Oh and my books and just a few clothes!
I’m currently on my way to Heathrow where I meet the group I’m travelling with! Just hoping that they are a good group but I’m sure they will be I am travelling with a specialist textile holiday company called http://www.Colouriciousholidays.com
I will blog all about it as it is going to be bloggylicious!
I love books as I mentioned in a recent post. My craft room could be called a craft library.
This is how I store my craft books (or some of them)This is how I would like to store my craft books
I have always been a chocoholic- until now that is. When my children were young I traditionally bought each of them a Selection Box for Christmas. One particular selection box was in the shape of a Christmas stocking covered with nylon netting.
Now for the confession, and not a lot of people know this! One Christmas I carefully un picked the end of the stocking and slid out the Mars bar. I, of course, ate it! This meant that I could buy a new bar of chocolate and slide it into place. I fastened down the end of the stocking and happily gave it to the intended recipient.
I am no longer a Chocaholic. In fact chocolate has not passed my lips for ten months. My halo is chocking me!
A friend in Craft Group lent me a book that she thought I’d like. She was right! I liked it so much that I didn’t read it. It’s a lovely book. OK I confess. I didn’t read it or even take too much of a peak. I bought my own copy immediately. I put my friend’s book to one side and shall return it as soon as possible! How mad is that? My own copy has arrived and I shall take it away with me next week to study in peace. Whoo Hoo!