Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Stars and floods



With the town about to go under again there's a fair chance we wont make it to the markets on the weekend (which is a small sacrifice considering all the loss others are bearing).

So i thought i'd post the pics of the MilkyMerino wool wrapped in the rusty star.

It was too big for all my pots so i took a leaf out of India Flint's book and wrapped it up with leaves in between layers, bound it with string and left it out in the rain.

Sometimes there was sun. Other times i steamed it on top of other pots i was cooking. But mostly it just had it's way.

I love the way it ended up...

Wednesday, December 1, 2010



I will be dragging my treasures and myself to "The Muddi Boutique Markets" in Wagga Wagga, NSW next weekend, 11th and 12th of December.

http://www.muddiboutiquemarkets.com/p/childrens-blog.html

Come by say hello and see how this Milky Merino Wool wrapped in a rusty star turns out (i don't know yet either....

I will have a full range of bush dyed clothing, scarves and bags for Women, boys and girls...

Lets all collectively pray that the rain holds off for just a few days, although we have been collecting rain water for use in my dye pots.

Moses here decided to take off his clothes and wash them in one (i suppose he's used to seeing me sticking clothes in pots...).

Hand stitched flowers....




There is something beautiful and ancient about creating and in the making of things...

Stitching, tying, dyeing, wrapping, drawing, painting and printing.

I feel a sense of connectedness to the traditions of my sisters, mother, Grandmothers and Aunts as far back as i can imagine.

Even just the simple act of pushing needle through fabric. The tools have evolved somewhat but the sentiment is the same...


This is a quilt i've started piecing together using my beautiful Grandmother's hand embroidered cottons and handmade lace... She was an Estonian woman, strong, loving and the most wonderful seamstress....I dream of sitting and sewing with her in a cloud somewhere..She would sing me Estonian songs about little ships in harbours...

I mix it with some of my own and we all unite in stitch as family..