|"Leaf Island" by V. Fiddler - a study in diagonal techniques.|
October 5, 2014
September 30, 2014
September 24, 2014
We're deep into Autumn and it's almost breeding season.. The cool fall air resounds with the shotgun crack of horns smashing. The Welsh Mountain rams are docile most of the year. But as the weather cools their natural instincts take over and they are constantly facing off for a fight, sometimes in pairs, or groups. Some of the older boys drift off and find a quiet place to keep out of the fights.
|Coming in for the evening.|
Bottom photo: A few moments later and the fight is forgotten. They have a good instinct for safety and come in on their own, knowing that the coyotes will be starting their evening hunt as the sun sets.
|Newland Charlie Brown|
September 9, 2014
|A random brick pattern cut from wool pants and jackets. Tufting in red wool yarn.|
|Backing is yarn dyed/woven flannel.|
I selected this old wool quilt (shown in above photos) from my linen cupboard of yard sale textile treasures. I can feel the love and necessity sewn into this old beauty. Every piece is cut from woolen suit pants and jackets, long before the days of polyester and nylon blends (perhaps there's some fine woolen skirts also cut apart and sewn into it). The quilt backing is made from flannel (threads dyed and woven, rather than printed flannel most often found now). I did a burn test on the small tufts of filling fiber that has been pulled through the backing during stitching. It is a very thin layer of short-fibered cotton sandwiched between the layers. The quilting of layers is done with bright red wool yarn, hand-sewn in tufted knots (some of the red yarn, not light-fast, has faded over the years). The overall weight of the quilt is substantial and feels like a hug when you burrow down into it.
It did snow! First a mist like rain and the temperature began to drop. When the furnace cut in at 5:30, I trudged reluctantly outside into slushy snow and half heartedly covered the tomato plants. Obviously too much moisture for frost, but better safe then sorry. I opened gates and sheds for any sheep that might want to be inside, and hurried back to the house and let the border collie into the porch.
After checking the weather forecast, how wonderful it was to crawl back under the old wool quilt!