Quote of the day

In the rhythm of the needles

there is music for the soul.


Breiclub in Oostende : elke woensdagavond van 19 u - 21 u !



vrijdag 21 augustus 2015

little mouse

Back in July, when I was headed for the spinning and dyeing workshop at textielwerk wol en zo I made a little detour to Arnemuiden.
There is a wonderful blogster on line, Jeanet from Blij dat ik brei, and she posts very inspirational projects.  Crochet or knitting, she always seems to find pretty things to put on her blog.  I recently discovered that she actually has her own woolshop, in Arnemuiden.


isn't it a picture ?

So I planned to visit her.
The shop is such an amazing colourful experience.  She has so many beautiful wools and many many scarves and bags and hats en mitts on display.


so many colours of unicat !
 Some of her projects are so yummy !






 Unfortunately, it must have been the hottest day of the summer when I came around.  Luckily, that also meant there was hardly anybody in the shop, and I could have a stroll and gasp at all these amazing things.
Jeannet is such a lovely lady, and so eager to help in any way she can.

I couldn't resist the lovely cuddly ragdolls she made. The pattern can be found on ravelry here.
I made the little mouse.







And I also bought some of the beautiful fabric, typically for Zeeland.
 
 

Thanks Jeanet for making this a visit to cherish and remember !

donderdag 20 augustus 2015

art quilt

At the beginning of this month, I enrolled in a quilting class at De draad van Ariadne.
The workshops are organised at the house of Dorien.  We used to live in the same street, many many suns ago.  We even went to the same school, and she will always be that girl to my mind/eyes - no matter how grey our hairs are now.  So, she hasn't changed a bit, and when we met, it immediately 'clicked' like in the old days.



3 afternoons of quilt making.  Starting with a drawing, collecting ideas, fabrics, slowly forming.  No ordinary quilt, like the beautiful throws you think of.  No.  Art quilt.  It means you can throw in anything, fibers, pictures, embroidery, any stuff.  That's easy.  Yeah, right.  Not to my mind.

the others were wonderful !






Great combination !

The difficulty in this proces is the 'letting go'.  There is no limit to what you can do, except the limits and bounderies of what you learned before.  So it took me a while to feel comfortable with this.  And if you can do anything, it is restrictive too.  The liberty can block the creative process.
I'm used to following a pattern, an outline - created by somebody else. I guess I'm a copy cat at heart.  When I see a beautiful pattern, I want to copy it.   I always add something of my own, and very often change things along the way. But start from scratch ?  Brrr....


Dorien wanted me to make something. Create ! And I'm telling you, that isn't easy. So I had come up with a basic idea.

Living in a seaside village, I wanted the quilt to reflect that.  It had to be about sea and beach.  a sunset perhaps, since that has nice colours ?
Then I remembered an evening my son and I had a stroll along the sea, we took some pictures and jumped over little waves.  He lost his mobile phone that evening, it must have fallen out of his pocket.  The sea ate it.  It is probably floating towards England now...  big crisis, I remember him being very upset about this. So maybe I could encorporate this into the quilt.

Arno at the sea


Ok.  The ideas were there.  I arranged fabrics and threads on the canvas.  I embroidered and stitched some with the machine.  Added stuff I had made on other workhops. And when I got in the flow, It was real fun and time flew by.



arranging and changing

I am now the proud owner of a hand made art quilt.  It is hanging on my wall.  And you now what ?  My son immediately recognized what it was about !

can you see the sun, the waves, and the mobile phone ?  tihihi...

Some leftover from another workshop finally found its place

silver threads arranged to symbolize the waves


Dorien has a special talent.  Her house, the workshop area and everything she showed us has a waw-effect.  She has won prizes with her wonderful art.  She is a very patient, sweet and lovely teacher - I'm going back there next year.  Can't wait !



woensdag 5 augustus 2015

fair isle headband

Just a quick knit - in summer it is too hot for big projects.



This pattern was in a Christmas Calendar by Regia knits, a few years ago.  It was love at first sight. I had to settle for another yarn though, there was no regia to be found in the nearby surroundings. Sachenmayer is just as soft, and came in these lovely colours.  Bright Fuchsia pink and creamy white.


The fair isle technique makes it double layered, and will be warm around my ears come autumn winds.

zaterdag 25 juli 2015

knitting excursion

Once in a while, the 'Vrijstaat O' knitting club decides it is time for an excursion.  Chris, one of our faithful  knitters, works at the Bozar.  The Bozar (palais des Beaux Arts) is the Museum of Arts in our capital city, Brussels.  While we knit, she always talks about the beautiful exhibitions, and now it is something we are all interested in : Belgian Fashion.



It is something to be proud of.  Belgian Fashion Designers are worldwide acknowledged to be exeptional.  Surreal (that is typical Belgian - the painter Magritte was Belgian - ceci n'est pas une pipe - remember? ) Avant -Garde and Explicit are the 3 words that describe our fashion at its best.  Take a look at these 3 items.   


I bet this needed more than 1 blue biro

a sexy corset in national colours

look close, see the weirdness...

The Antwerp 6 have been very infuential, Raf Simons is currently leading the house of Dior.
Edward Vermeulen (Nathan) whose dresses are worn by Queens.  - to name just 2-

So we decided to get together and travel by train to the Bozar, and spend a nice day in Brussels.
We enjoyed the exhibition a lot, Chris was so kind to explain and tell us the 'little history' behind the objects.  She actually travelled to her work on her day off....  just for us !






 
crochet by Ann Salens, a 70-ies designer
 Ann Salens was a girl from Oostende (my home town) with a talent for crochet. During the 70ies she dressed international stars in her handmade dresses.  I was still a young girl in the 70ies, but she inspired me to copy her designs for my barbie dolls.  Still love her work !



now that's a pleated skirt...



Alexa is admiring some dresses. 
Young talent had designed this wall with all their pictures
a new talent from Oostende ! Katrien Van Hecke dyes her own silks


I really liked this outfit !  felted wool and plastic.
The replica of Mary's dress
The St Andries church in Antwerp has a very modern priest.  He wanted a dress for his statue of Mary, and he contacted Ann De Meulemeester.  She designed something very frail, and exquisite.  This one in the museum is just a replica.  Once a year Ann takes the gown to clean it, and then Mary is wearing the replica. You find this hard to believe ?  Well, this is Belgium.

St Andries kerk in Antwerp : the best dressed Mary ever.
really liked this one !

nice one too !

close inspection.  How did they make this ?

the back can be removed... 


in need of some coffee...



In the afternoon we sat outside in the adjoining park.  We knitted and chatted and enjoyed the company.  Knitters from Oostende met knitters from Ghent and Hasselt. The sun was shining and time sure flies by when you're having fun.

thank you Chris (at the right) for a lovely day !


one day to remember...
Whereto next time ladies (and gentleman) ?  Paul Smith is on at the fashion museum in Hasselt...

maandag 20 juli 2015

To spin or to knit - a stupid city girl's adventures in sheep country.

As a long-time knitter, I am feeling a weird, uncomfortable  emotion.  I've knit it all.  You know that nasty feeling ?  Not knowing what to knit next ?  Another pattern from Ravelry or Pinterest ?  Another technique ?  Another skein of wool, or silk, or cotton, or linnen, or hand dyed purchased on the other side of this globe and delivered to my doorstep ?
I've been there, I've done that.  *sigh *

 What is wrong with me ?  Where has the enthusiasm gone ?  What could I do to get the usual feeling back ?  ( you know, that burning passion to get creative, the thrill, the I-can't-wait-to-get-started feeling, the aha-erlebnis when a tricky pattern comes together, the pride you feel when finished...)

Gone

*sigh again *

But I'm not the kind of person to let that get me down. No, in a situation like this, my head is turning around, looking for something else.  Maybe I should go further down the road of knitting.  Looking at the beginnings, where does it all come from ?  Sheep.  yes.  I'm a city girl, I haven't seen, touched or smelled a sheep Ever.  But they grow hair (do you even call that hair ? ) and that results in my knitting skeins.
Baby steps Rozemie.  Baby steps.
Like, how does spinning actually work ?  You need a spinning wheel.  The only spinning wheel I know of, is the one where you sleep for a 100 years when you touch it.  Idiot City Girl.  I know.

 
But hey, Google and Ravelry soon changed my views.

There are people who spin, in groups, and they produce the most wonderful yarn.   There are different sorts of sheep, each with its own beautiful wool. You can dye this wool in whatever colour you want.  Spinning wheels cost a fortune.



Ok.  I'm getting hooked here.  There is the passionate feeling 'I need to know this' again.

More research on internet got me in touch with Alet Tienpont, who lives a couple of hours driving from me, in the Netherlands.  She is a spinning-expert.  She explained about carding.  What ? Carding ?

You need to get the hairs of the sheepskin all in the same direction, roll them up in what is called 'rolags' and with these you can start to spin.

 Right, this makes it even more interesting.  There is such a thing as hand-carding, like a cool fitness exercise for your arms and wrists.  There is also a device called a drum-carder.  Which is slightly easier on the wrists.  My respect for spinners is growing. But there is creative fun whilst carding;  You can add colours, silky ribbons, shiny specks of silver or gold - amazing !  Note to self : drum carders are expensive.











She let me card, and then spin.  And although it seems soooo easy (children can spin !)- there is so much hand - eye - foot coordination involved that I felt like an idiot.  It's like driving a car for the first time.  There is so much happening at the same time, you are gasping for air. And the thread you produce is hardly worth that name.  No knitting material produced here.  Disappointment lurking at the horizon. But I am born a Taurus, and they are Stubborn.  My mother told me so - I prefer the word persevering.  :-)


not really knitable but hey ! don't laugh !

proud of my first attempt.

2 days of trial-and-error but hey, I spinned (spun ?  span ? ) something you could call a skein.

Back home, I told my friends about this new found aspect of my knitting hobby : producing my own raw material.  and then I got a mail : are you interested in some sheepskin ? It's for free-hee...

My brain only registered the last bit, and I agreed to pick up a bit of sheepskin.

5 stinking bags full of sheeps curly bits.  You do not want to smell that.  You do not want to touch that. You have to put that in the boot of you car.  And on your back seat, since boot too small for all this mess. oh you Stupid City Girl.   To top it all : it is black sheep.  Karma has a sense of humor.

Right.  Google, help !  How do you proceed next ?  Apparently, you need to wash this.  (Who would have thought ? )  I bought 2 giant buckets and filled them with very hot water and a good splash of detergent. Taking the curly bits out of the bag, removing the obvious dirt (think straw, grass, and yes,  shit, as in what the sheep produces - not the word I kept repeating in my head)
Let it soak, and watch in amazement how quickly it all turns into a brownish stinking mess.

5 huge bags of smelly sheepskin

Just to make it clear : this city girl lives in a house WITHOUT a garden.  There is only a few square meters of outdoors on the first floor, next to my kitchen. I grow a couple of flowers and herbs in planters, there is just enough space for my laundry to dry.  This is where I am washing the sheepskin.  My husband is sure I have truly gone mental this time.  So am I.

the Lord of the House sees it's all OK.  The wool is clean and dry.


After washing and rinsing (I'm dreading the next water bill...) it has to dry.  Then I have to card.  Then I have to spin. And if I have any energy left, I can finally knit.

hand carding

producing a lot of rolags.  I added a bit of colour.

To be continued....



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