weaving studio

The weaving studio where I take my Saturday morning class is cluttered, cozy, rumpled, stacked, quiet, layered, muffled, healing, warm, wooly, textured, and lined with giant south facing windows that brush against the red and green leaves of maple trees.

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Its a nice place for a ragged heart.




The last photo is my first project, a little sampler in cream and blue-grey. xo!

new

 

I'm working hard on a few new things... I'll keep you in the loop.  x.

Grandma Trudy

My Grandma Trudy.  She didn't finish the 8th grade, she was forced to quit school to help her father in his beauty shop.  As soon as she could, she left and opened up her own hair salon, Trudy's Beauty Shop.  It was the bottom floor of their home, the one my mother grew up in.  She loved her work, and my grandfather stayed at home, being a 'mom' to my mother and my aunt.  I never got the chance to know my grandmother but I'm impressed with what she did.

This photo hangs in my mom's bedroom and the other day she told me Grandma Trudy designed and knit the sweater in the photo.  She said Trudy knit her own sweaters and didn't ever follow patterns.  I like how the bold stripes mix with the subtle surface detail of the knit and purl blocks.