In praise of blue bags

There’s nothing quite like a blue bag in the hands of the postman to start a day off well. Generally a blue bag signals the arrival of yarn or roving, but not today. Today’s blue bag held warp thread from Texere. In a fit of madness the other day I ordered up some warp, with absolutely no idea of what I should be getting. I just ordered a selection of three, with variation in weight, colour and fibre. I have cotton and linen warp, in white and ecru – from fine to somewhat heavy (rugs, anybody?)

I don’t suppose it matters what warp I have – it’s all for the experimentation phase, while I find out just what it is that I fancy weaving in the future. It will all come in useful… for something… if only for tying up the honeysuckle!

The Jumbo Flyer is drying from a second application of Danish Oil. We shall wax it next and then assemble it. After that we might have a go at warping up SpinningGill’s little loom -  and have a first go at weaving something if we can figure out how to go about it. I am not on cooking duty today (Mr L is making a Laksa) and so will have some free time in which to play a little.

Feeling a little sad that today’s blue bag will  be the last for a very long time. Purchasing the loom will clean out the coffers, with little chance of further augmentation. We are looking at a long period of generic fleece adventures, I think. But that’s fine; I have drum carder and wheel and dye and loom and needles now. There is much that might be done. I shall enjoy creating from scratch. Even if I do miss the instant gratification of the little blue bag.

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Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020