Textiles and Tea, two socks in one and a Paperwhite

Yesterday's Textiles and Tea featured this artist, who for once didn't start from a math background, but from the Cleveland Institute of Art

Her work is very painterly and fluid, and she's lovely, but her sound system was almost unintelligible, so I just enjoyed the slides 

She's endlessly interested in new ideas and threads and subject matter, and exploring texture, as you see, as well as color and shape. 

She's written a book on Split Shed Weaving snd there's a terrific YouTube video you can find if you Google on her, where she demonstrates it, and I actually came away understanding the technique. 

It's a clever way of creating more than one shed, that's the space between warp and weft that the shuttle passes through, to make tapestry like designs on a floor loom. Her video shows how her design cartoon is set up behind the warp, just as in tapestry.

I fancy trying this on a simpler, home-made set-up, since you just have to figure out a way to separate the threads.  It's been a while since I did a bit of tapestry, or tapestry -adjacent work.

Meanwhile back in my own studio, aka sofa, I unfurl the main body of the two socks in one. 

No matter what this reminds you of, I swear it's socks. For feet..you see the toe of one sock and the cuff of the other. 

Today I separate the conjoined socks at that join you see in the middle, to move to the finishing -- a second toe and cuff and two heels. 

And speaking of ambitious knitting

I took Handsome Son's declutter to the thriftie yesterday, and, after handing the bags over at the donation shed, stopped in to the main store to see if I could find a cheap leather bag for turning into shoes, remember that plan? 

There were some lovely leather bags and I guess inflation has hit the thriftie because everything is priced much higher than I'm used to.  So that shoe idea will be on hold until I win the lottery.

Meanwhile Gary is home from Florida rattling in and out asking for his keys, couldn't find his key to the storage closet which somebody had locked in his absence because of bringing in parcels. 

Then he wanted to update me on his hurricane news, all good in the end. Then he was back again to give me green tomatoes. 

Then he decided to get new keys cut so he wouldn't have to rely on getting them from me. So no doubt he'll be back with the keys after that. Unless he forgets and I remind him.  Never a dull moment when he's in residence.

He also sat with me to try to figure out the clunky navigation on the refurbished Paperwhite reader that finally arrived, a special price I could stretch to, now that I didn't have to buy a toaster oven. 

The toaster oven is  a handy way of not heating up the entire stove to roast a few vegetables, all part of my attempt to hold down fuel costs this winter.  

Getting one on Freecycle which works a treat, yesterday roast potato to accompany quick quiche, freed up some $$ to get the Kindle.  My economies are a bit byzantine, but they do work.

I really thank the kind people who tried to help with the Kindle situation, since, as Mary said, reading freely is a quality of life issue around here.  

So I'll patiently try to find my way around the PW, which is not very responsive at this point. I think it's one of those situations where once you've finally got the damn taskbar to appear, the device learns that and it's more responsive as you go. 

It's configured quite differently from the ancient Kindle I had, which was so simple I only needed to learn how to locate books to download, because the process after that was intuitive.

And speaking of annoying things,  for people still interested in yesterday's  puzzle questions: 

A peacock can't lay an egg, so the situation doesn't arise. The peahen takes care of the eggs.

The yolk of an egg aren't white, it are yellow!

And you don't bury survivors. They get to go home, vowing not to use that airline again.

It's all about misdirection -- the quickness of the 'and deceives the h'eye. 

Happy day everyone,  Want to hear about the priest, the imam and the rabbit who walk into a clinic to donate blood? Clinic attendant asks the rabbit "What blood group are you, sir?" Rabbit replies sadly "I'm afraid I'm a Type O."

It may take a minute..

Just a note to my dear Russian readers: my steadfast support for Ukraine is not in any way a criticism of Russian people, dear friends, but of the actions of one man whom you're not responsible for.  Just to be clear.