I was reading through the first part of my OCA Textiles course and I was curious to see what textile archives we have here in Yorkshire (you know, the county with the heritage for the textile manufacturing). It was only then that it struck me a) how much we have here in the way of textiles, and b) how dim I can be! Continue reading
Way-back-when my heart used to skip a beat at the thought of studying Fine Art at an art college (Norwich was my dream college destination then). For sundry reasons, it wasn’t meant to be, and it’s only now that I’m grateful it didn’t happen. Continue reading
Then I had a light-bulb moment.
Ting! Continue reading
Just over a year ago my father died, a mere 4 weeks short of his 89th birthday. He was a strange, challenging and sometimes delightful fellow, blessed with a creative streak which he channelled into furniture making. In the seventies he was removed from his position as chairman of a brass foundry (his ideas to make the company profitable once more were just too far ahead of the game at the time), and was of an age where getting another job was oh so difficult. After 18 months it was decided that we would move to our cottage on the mountainside, overlooking the sea in Pembrokeshire. Continue reading
I’m discovering that there is NOTHING that gives me the same buzz that selling my work does! I was sitting in our local the other evening when I received a message asking if one of my textile pieces was still available for sale as she’d like to buy it, if that was ok. Continue reading
This Sunday in our shed – come and weave lavender and ribbon to create beautiful, aromatic wands and bottles.
Details here – Small Shed Session – Lavender Wands
Come and play!
What’s not to love about lavender? The range of colour is perfection, the scent is divine, and it’s the kind of plant you can just bung in the ground and leave to it’s own devices (apart from an annual short, back and sides). Continue reading
I am so excited! Nearly a year ago somebody posted on our local community Facebook page that she was thinking of putting together a community art event, was anyone interested? Heck yeah! My hand shot up, and it was very clear that others were as keen as I was, so Horsforth Walk of Art was born. Continue reading
I shall be writing more about the background later, but for now the details are on the “Workshops” page here.
For now though, I’m off to the Rag Market at Hebden Bridge – see you later!!
Take last Monday (I wish someone had); it was all mapped out – the writing, the accounts, the bill paying, the getting tea ready for the step-sons and partner. Then I woke up and things went a bit tits-up because, erm, I just wasn’t feeling it.
Clamber into bed and pull the duvet over my head. A simple act for someone self-employed one would imagine. Nothing, it seems, is further from the truth. The thought of following that desire through filled me with fear for the simple reason that in 1995 I did just that, and it took gargantuan effort to get myself out of it again 2 years later.
You see I was doing ME/CFS and did it for 23 years. Part of that time was spent in a wheelchair, part in an armchair, parts of wellness and the rest with the duvet over my head. Even though I am well now, there is the teeniest, tiniest, microscopic hint somewhere in my body that if I go back to bed for anything other than illness, that I will immediately become incapable of leaving it.
It’s like the thought of crying sometimes – you know the one, where you suspect that if you start to cry the tears will never stop and you will have to be slapped to stop you, so you stick your chin out and battle on.
It’s all nonsense of course, and saying it really helps.
Of course it doesn’t! We know the folly of our thoughts, but they are there, aren’t they.
The act of acknowledging the fear is a step towards resolving those feelings. Writing helps. Talking helps. Anything to gain some clarity, and doing it in a way which is loving and supportive.
What is helping me now?
Returning to creativity.
Picking up my knitting, and just losing myself in that rhythmical click, click, click of the needles, focussing on the feel of the yarn as it moves through my fingers, and feeling the satisfaction as the piece grows. It’s calming, centring and grounding, all at once.
I let my mind wander as I picture what it might look like when it’s finished. What embellishment can I use? Will it be useful or just decorative? My current favourite question is, who can I gift it to?
It seems the act of sharing our “makes” is known to create that feel-good factor we all crave – real chemicals in our system, and ones which counteract those which tried to overturn my day. Pretty cool huh!
Who’d have thought that the simple act of knitting could turn things around so simply and so beautifully. And tick my science box too! Double-bubble.