Tangles and Webs: Sigh.... the camera....

Friday, March 9, 2012

Sigh.... the camera....

Camera's last moments...

I have several projects I want to post. But my camera died... right after I bought the English combs I'd been saving for. I was distraught, because no way could I fit in a decent new camera, and my camera is well out of warranty.

I have to have a camera. For a visual person, living without a camera is like living without a dog. You get through it ok, but it's not as fun or lively.

After a few weeks, I went on line to see if there was any possibility it was something I could fix . Well, no, it wasn't... but I discovered it didn't matter. The problem was a defective image sensor. Defective in the sense that it had been defective when it was installed (which explains some odd things that came and went over the years that had baffled me.

Not something I can fix. Better. Something the factory would fix for me, for free, with postage paid! (Internet and guys who post fix-it things, thank you.) Camera is at factory, and should be home in a week or so.

And my blog posts will resume. I'll just add a nice colorful photo for the heck of it, so this isn't just words. Ah, just the thing: one of my lovely grandchildren, full of color inside and out:

O. in one of her many moments of delight. Photo thanks to her loving daddy.

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A little about me

I grew up in a large extended rural family that always had some form of needlework or craft in their hands. They taught me. I am an artist, but it was when I returned to that childhood involvement with fibre that I found myself at home.

A few years ago I got a second-hand loom, and began to weave rag rugs like those around me when I was little. I still love old-fashioned rag rugs. I thought that would be all I would weave, it was so satisfying.

Then I started weaving other things. And fell in love with wool. I live in Vermont,a state with sheep and alpaca and mohair goats, and I know the people who raise them.

I got a spindle,and learned to spin, thinking it would just be a pasttime. It wasn't enough. I began scouring my yard and neighborhood for dye plants and started relearning and exploring natural dying-- a form of magic.

Then I joined the local fibre guild, and met my spinning wheel... love at first sight! I've not spent a day without spinning since.

But best of all-- I feel a stronger connection with all those men and women in my family, now gone, who shared their knowledge and love of old craft. They are expressed in the heritage they passed down to me.