Homage to heide

Woke up yesterday morning with a determination to knit a Beanie. Dunno why, never have before, and in past eons when I did on occasion knit a cardie or two they never really fitted.
Anyway there was this undeniable urge to find a pattern and create.
Found many free patterns on the interweb and borrowed some circular needles from ma. That was where I went wrong no doubt.
Later she told me "I didn't think they were right" obviously she didn't say anything at the time.
Some time was spent wrestling with yards [seemingly] of plastic and 72 cast-ons that would just about cover from one eye to one ear.
Eventually I was forced to lunge from my traditional grannies armchair into "my Room" and tip up the metal tube fall of pointy things, with lots of rings and somethings festooned upon them.
It had been filling up for some time [years], but there they were - shorter and fatter circular needles. This time 72 looked enough and by bedtime I was protected from any winds that might blow.
Now ma wants one.

Misty this morning, but head was cosy.

two exhibitions

Went to an exhibition in Bury St Edmund's art gallery called Making and Mending, a group of artists using domestic textiles, to explore consumerism and sustainability. our focus on these themes being sharpened by the threat of recession, credit crunch.
The darned cardie connected emotionally, thoughts of time passing, connections with those whom we know who wear cardies. RP has a similar one for gardening - undarned so far, ........but I bought a gorgeous arty one recently, it cost the earth.......oh dear I hope not.
My ma never picked up a darning needle in my life time, thus perhaps my fascination with the stitch in my work, or just that cover lots of space with long fat stitches. Mother always worked and paid other women to make my school dresses etc, her mother was the same, which is an interesting [to me anyway] perspective on the nostalgia for times past when we did make and mend.......

This was the sock exchange, people have been encouraged to bring their socks in and get them stitched I suppose, sort of irritating till I reminded myself to have a sense of humour.
The armchair was very pleasing, with lots of thoughts about how I could customise the grubby one in my shed. It was "mended" with random icons of American culture that had been repeated patterned on an industrial pattern making machine that artists got hold of some time ago.
I think I have seen some of These old cardboard pin sheets, which were presumably sold before plastic boxes became so cheap.
I think there may be some in my favourite junk shop in Hastings where many kitchen drawers have been emptied into plastic bags and sold for 50p each. Sad. I could probably enter some of the bags "as seen" into an exhibition somewhere and someone somewhere would review them...........such is art these days.
In this case the artist has printed a repeat photo of a pin card and stitched it into this patchwork effect wall hanging.
After wandering and clucking around we stitchers went to another textile exhibition round the corner, an excess of treasures.
I name this one a "textile art" exhibition as it was much more heavily textile based, lots of dyed and stitched techniques.
Altho I sometimes find the glibness of contemporary art annoying, I realised I had enjoyed the first exhibition far more, as it stimulated us into discussion and further thoughts.
The second exhibition probably didn't have that intention, I guess it was meant to be more sensual and craft based.
It explored lots of skills , used modern printing and dying techniques and explored design, but it felt heavy and crowded.
There was a evident group ethos even in the variety of the second show, where as "make and mend" felt more individual, except even those works were part of another grouping, the Back to the Future - Green approach...............an agreed group concept, so not so individual. Risk taking but in a comfort zone.

room at the top

Exhibition went well. Even sold The Dancers and could have bartered the Crowd but have reserved it for G.
Of course i spent the lot on a bird table

this one





You have got to admit, it is magnificent.

a pec of dirt

Just to remind us g'mas that the perfect angels can sometimes be a pain, especially when they have just experimented with a good chew on a handful of dirt.

head case

It is a grey, chilly, wet day with an added serving of persistent rain. Some time back we were moaning about two months without wetness falling from the sky [the holes are very small so the rain is very thin - thanks Spike]
So cannot resist a pic received today of the blessed gorgeousness wearing the ghastly Sainsbury's pumpkin suit I sent him. Hurray.
I would upload the video of the hayride, geese aflying, Maize maze but fortunately, or not, I don't know how.
Yesterday I went to SLAPPERS and bullied the members as to the quality of the 5' lady shapes we are making for exhibition in January here. Someone has to.
We were going to call the exhibition Big Women, till "Why does nobody listen" was co-opted as a title - obviously i wasn't present at the time.
Having dismissed it immediately as hippy whinging belonging to the 70s [they were so startled I got away with it] happily K came up with the title "Largely Women" which we all snatched up and polished with glee.
Flyers are even now winging their way from the printer to unsuspecting recipients in the area, or will be soon.
There was some whining about who could steward and when; K would be abroad, A would be working, L is always busy, so i stamped thru the cackle and announced I would steward every day if needed and could we get on to the next subject.
Hmmmmmm, I guess when I have a headache part of my brain is dealing with fending it off, so my inhibitions are reduced.
Having stamped all over that scenario I left them to denigrate my behaviour in time honoured fashion, and went to the next battle - putting up the current exhibition. I was well up for it. as the young persons say [or used to, last time I parlayed] so hanging work was fairly fast and without too much negotiation.
I totally blanked K2 when she tried to suggest her arrangement would be more successful but after she had stamped out, young L who is the 2nd most amiable person I know persuaded me to reverse the decision without even leaving a mark.
Some people have these skills. I put it down to her having read Anthropology for her Degree [an unfair advantage].
However the University of Life [and the OU] supported me thru and when I left most pieces were where I had put them; it will be interesting to see where they are when I steward this afternoon.

cold day

Went over to Felixstowe for a cold doggy walk along the sea wall and a hot plate of fresh line caught cod and chip lunch, with mushy peas. Huge cargo ships coming and going to China added a touch of the bizarre.

Have finished framing the 5 pieces I am putting in the exhibition this w/e. "Crowd" is printed in the brochure, but if no-one buys it i am sure we can come to an arrangement Gillian.
I have done some more stitching to cheer up the Dancers, so i hope they find a home.
Have been stitching my two sculptures each evening so they are beginning to fill in and look as if there might be something solid at the end, and reading The Girl who kicked the hornets nest, which is engrossing in a way that one wouldn't suppose Swedish politics would be.
The access to Scandinavian crime writers in translation recently has provided some surprising information which seems to escape the notice all the news and politics programmes and newspapers. Norway and Sweden seem to have their own immigration difficulties. Poorly paid Filipinos stuck in tower blocks in Norway, and Kurds attracting violence and Neo Nazis in Sweden. Wouldn't it make more sense if we all discussed these problems internationally instead of being so parochial and re-inventing the wheel.
Our extreme right wing racist party leader is to appear on a Question Time on Thursday, raising hackles all round. I only hope the others on the panel are really well prepared with facts and figures to show what an ignorant inadequate he really is. Of course his party would have no power at all if the politicians got their fingers out and did their job properly.

Saturday

On Saturday I went, voluntarily, to another AGM, this time for the local Guild. Of course I arrived late and left early - before the lecture on African Beading, I would have fidgeted.

There were about 60+ members in the Hall, all no doubt so much more mature and less fidgety than I. As you can see, they enjoyed the occasion and no doubt added to their sum of knowledge.
However i asked a couple of questions of the officers - just can't resist twisting the tail of authority, even if it is only a hapless committee member.
But more importantly purchased some sequins and beads, sewing needles and some blanket squares. The latter were cut into4" [maybe] squares which I thought I could stitch into the blessed grandsons' first [possibly not] reading book.
Appliqued Duck plus word type thing, hopefully I can think of some slightly more droll icons.
The Daughter sent us a video via You Tube today of the tiny genius nearly walking and talking.
On the way home yesterday, clutching my booty and the steering wheel I saw a notice for a Yard Sale in one of the posher houses in the next village; they had arrayed on the grass verge outside various baby hardware [cots, playpens, buggies] and a toilet.
The latter was adult sized and I felt quite drawn to it as I have long dreamt of a second loo, instead of the outside coal shed, so Retired Gardener Person doesn't have to trek mud thru the house every time he wants to widdle.
Male apparatus does not seem to have the patience of the female.
However he values his coal hole
So I bought some jeans and dungarees and jackets for the young one, and now have to enquire whether to keep them till arrival, or send them as will he have outgrown them by then.
The master of posh house maintained close attendance, tiny moustache twitching, while young wife and chirpy toddler diverted themselves on the lawn. I asked if they were moving away, but he said no, just clearing out.
Obviously Little Chirper was to remain an only child.
In the evening I watched Russell Crowe in State of Play on SkyBoxoffice TV. It was OK, at least I understood all the plot this time as Hollywood seemed to have dispensed with at least half a dozen sub plots that were woven thru the drama when it was a six week serial on the British gog.

boxed in

Having taken a look at Frances' new old machine, here is my old girl. I bought her for £20 at a street market as I couldn't bare to see her sit abandoned under a tree. I haven't tried using her, maybe I should, i don't even know which model she is.

This little tin beauty was in a car boot sale, and cost half the above; if we had a bigger house I would visit more buying opportunities, but these two keep me good company
along with Aggers
It's been cold today so I have lit the fire this evening and happily watched Project Runway where they had to make an outfit from newspaper and not be too bitchy. Mostly they succeeded in the former.
I recorded a Sky Art programme Talking Threads, but it was actually pretty basic silk painting. It may have excited a viewer somewhere, but not here.

Spent some time cutting a card frame to fit in the wood frame for Birdies, but carefully placed a big black smudge on the finished article, so had to go and buy more card.
It is the local Arts and Craft show next weekend so have to finish Birdies, plus pull the big Dancers into some kind of shape. I should never have sewn into the blissfully soft pre-felt as it is now getting woolly. Always good to learn, wash your hands and your felt.
A double click on my Scarlet Woman may make more sense of her - or not, but I am really enjoying chewing on her each evening.
I am not sure how/if to present my Crowded Tube, I'm sure I could develop it somehow.I think they probably should combine with this face in a box.

squashed

Halloween isn't big round here, too few kids and no street lights.
There are about a dozen butternut squashes waiting in the summer house, which will slowly be transformed into soup, or roasted vegetables. But these green monsters............I suppose I could dig one out for a candle - so the only 2 little kids around, living in a cottage below us, could see the light............
In the spirit of greater grandma-ing I have sent a ghastly orange and green pumpkin suit to the little one, it's his first birthday next month, I was a bit alarmed at the size of pumpkin required, he is obviously growing fast.
Hopefully his parents are growing up too as they are at logger heads at the mo as to the beer consumption of one of them, the worker bee demanding his right to relaxation. Why can't men relax without beer.
A bit more stitching all round might be beneficial.

Felts for Frances

I thought this was rather fine at the Knit and stitch?
and this is rather creepy.

mataeotechny

Big ungainly word for unprofitable science, vain, useless art or skill - hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Lots of mataeotechnists at the Knit and Stitch, maybe.

I liked this portrait, the use of the over lapping nets for shading, the flick of the fingers.
This tea cosy has character too. I rarely make a pot of tea these, I use a tea strainer for my gunpowder green tea [pouring off the boil water over and into the mug.
Teabag for "builders" usually trying to pour water mid boil over it, tho I doubt it matters given the quality of the sawdust in the bags. Coffee is boiling water again over "Lazy Sunday", two scoops of the purple plastic scoop. We have two cafetieres and one of those little Italian pressure doovries but we never use them.
Never have "instant" too much formaldehyde.
This was the winning quilt, "Black Pearl", very clever, lots of oohs and ahhhs. Lots of labels integrated into the designs, recycling and reclaiming from Mammon.

Knit and Stitch part 1

Went up to Alexandra Palace to the Knit and Stitch show on Thursday. Mother decided not to come with me so trekked up on my own. The trains were good, arrived at Wood Green for the free bus up the hill to Ally Pally in two hours.
They do run coaches from most towns round the country, which take probably three hours from here, depending on the traffic, but I can't read on coach or car without feeling sick, whereas the purple prose of James Lee Burke's "Swan Peak" made the train journey fly by.
Coming out of the tube station a little budgerigar of a woman chirped up at me "Are you going to the Alexandra Palace?". How had I made it so obvious?
Apparently she identified me because I had the flowery fabric bag my daughter made for me slung over one shoulder. Such things are not usual in the city it seems.
She said she was an unemployed florist and was using her spare time to go places, she didn't even know which exhibition was on and was a bit non plussed to be told it cost £11 to get in. Hopefully she enjoyed the colours at least..
Audrey Walker was there supporting Rozanne Hawksley's exhibition. I'm not keen on the work of the latter but it was good to see the two of them enjoying each others company, two real doyens.
I was excited to speak briefly to Alice Kettle without stuttering too much - a fragile size 8, but capable of the largest bold work.
She has got new work up which has given me some ideas on what to do with the collection of lace and damask cloths I seem to have accumulated but I didn't have the nerve to ask to take a photo of the white on white.
In some places photography was allowed, in some for personal use only but in lots Verboten. Which led to lots of us ladies scurrying around taking crafty snaps.

There is a very large naked woman on the plinth at the mo.
She, Suzanne P, looks just like my nude, if only I had a long arm for my camera, about 90 miles. She is a truly statuesque naturist. Frustrating. It is dark, wet and windy so she is extra brave.
She has a mac on the table in front of her and is talking to a guy in Los Angeles.
Strange world.
Aha found her portrait on the site [one&other]

rain

When it is sunny the cows are stood up and friendly. [bullocks?]
but when it rains they lie down and ignore everyone.
So you can tell that the rains have finally arrived and we and Hattie the dog are mooching round the Clamp, hoods up and wellies on. Well not Hatters obviously. The green shoots of recovery/winter wheat are a welcome sight after two months of drought. The Other Retired Person likes to potter about collecting the sweet chestnuts at this time of year, so we can spend hours with sore fingers preparing them and then forget to get them out the freezer for the turkey stuffing. This year they look rather thin, perhaps lack of rain. The apples and pears were very good so I guess it must all be a matter of timing, as is so much in life.

october

The mobile library van obviously was shaken by my disloyal visit to the main library in town this week, and coughed up three new books still warm in their new protective plastic jackets.
Plucked up the new Faye Kellerman; Swan Peak by James Lee Burke and The Silent Man by Alex Berenson - The last defence against the world's deadliest threat - that should take my mind off things.
Prior to this I finished the latest Ian Rankin [The Complaints] I thought it was OK, the main character is a bit of a blank tho and as usual I got lost in the intricacies of the plot. Usually Rebus and Edinburgh carry me thru without worrying too much about exactly what is going on. Without Rebus it was a bit low energy..... I really disliked the last "caper" Open Doors, so i hope Mr Rankin is not being distracted too much by the high life on Newsnight Review.
Guess the big news is that I lit the sitting room fire last night, mark the date, can't remember if it is earlier than usual.
It was RP's Grandad's birthday [he built this house] so we clipped some Michaelmas daisies, white Iceberg roses and some late big white daisy things form the garden for his grave, and some on his sister's next door. The bunches of flowers look well in the sunlight, and hopefully the yew tree will protect them from the wind for a while.
When grandad walked the peninsula he used to keep his eye open for likely logs, and drag them home. As he got older he used to just balance one on the grate and just push them into the fire as it burned. He'd sit there in his little woolly hat refusing to turn on the radiators his daughter had installed, watching his little b/w television, knitting squares for Oxfam.