Saturday, December 7, 2024

Goldwork from Putnam Museum,Iowa, Wool, and other marvels

Written on what I've designated Fiber Friday, some great stuff crossed my path, to share.

Here's a stunning nineteenth century embroidered silk kimono, in the collection of the Putnam Museum, Davenport, Iowa



Worth a trip to Iowa if you're near enough. One of the earliest museums west of the Mississippi River. Edited for correction, thank you, Rose!

And, other end of the fabric spectrum, back to the beginnings of another fiber, here's a short and great documentary on wool, sheep to wearing. I was surprised to find that wool is only a tiny fraction of the fibers currently in use. 

You see and hear from shepherds, processors, spinners, knitters, by hand and production, with a great incidental song about tending sheep on a UK farm in winter.


Hand shearing


Nearer home, I got out for a walk, Helen Hip cooperating today. In fact I did
it instead of going to Friday knitting group, because I thought walking in the sunshine would be better for her than scrunching into a library chair, which is not really designed for sitting in, more for stacking.

The new long coat is proving itself, warm and light and windproof against today's sharp blast.  So this is good. I don't want any excuses not to walk, that would be so easy, because walking is so good for your spirits, getting out in the sun and (bitter) wind. Then getting home to a pot of tea and a little something, today a poptart.

There was crocheting, both kinds, I find I need to switch around between projects, or my fingers start to lock up annoyingly. It doesn't hurt, they just won't move on request.


And regular crochet, granny squares. Or, as I would rather call them, Senior Squares! Granny indeed.


In other good news, finally the medication I've been fighting to get finally arrived this afternoon. First they didn't believe it, then my doctor had to attest personally that she'd ordered it, then they delayed then they gave me an arrival date, then they changed it, quite a saga. 

It's cheap stuff, not a big expense, but I wonder if they're tapdancing while the supply chain stutters along. Anyway for now it's okay. Irony abounds -- this stress was all about, what else, my blood pressure meds!

If you're shopping for holiday gifts, remember



Happy day everyone! Keep warm. Make things. Eat poptarts. Why does predictive text try to tell me to eat polystyrene?? 

 

Blinken is currently arranging to release billions to Ukraine, from seized Russian assets, yay!




22 comments:

  1. I hope he's successful. That gold work is stunning. Do you have a photo of those pop tarts?? I'm curious. Enjoy your weekend.

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    1. The poptarts look pretty much like the supermarket ones, but I'll send you pix

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  2. That golden phenix is stunning.
    I’m glad you finally got your meds. Lots of medication seems to be in short supply. Here right now we have a saline shortage and diabetes injections

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    1. Yes, I think there are hitches in the supplies. This one is weird. I also take a larger dose of the same stuff no problem. It's the smaller size that causes the holdup.

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  3. Ooh, I've got a finger that sometimes sort of seizes. I have to think about it to unlock it. Glad you got stress relief meds!

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    1. I think that locking up is an age related issue. Your hands have had a lot of use.

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  4. Yes, buy art from living artists! That kimono!!!

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    1. Yes, better a piece of original art than a reproduction of a famous one.

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  5. I love that goldwork, spectacular! And I also love the sign about who to buy art from!

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    1. Yes, a piece of art from our own time beats a cheesy reproduction!

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  6. I know what you mean about fingers locking up so I switch what I'm working on too, or at least I try. The 'buy art from living artists' made me smile. I also contemplated how many hours must have gone in to embroidering that kimono.

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    1. I wonder if the kimono was a team work. It's wonderful. When your hands need a change it's very good to have a variety of skills as you do.

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  7. Well, as everyone has said- that kimono!
    I've been listening to a book set in Ireland in a rural area where sheep are kept but there's very little about the sheep in the book. They are mostly just ornaments to keep us clued in to where we are. Set design, as it were.

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    1. That's funny! Not written by a shepherd, evidently.

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  8. Hi, Liz. Still keeping track of what you are doing, still finding LOTS of challenges with Haggard Hawks. I am "puzzled" about that museum in Iowa that is "west" of the Rockies??

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    1. Thank you, I've fixed it! Geography not being my strong point.. Good catch.

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  9. That is a stunning kimono! Good advice re. artists, though art can be tricky to give as a gift -- it's so personal and individual.

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    1. That's why you go together to the gallery, exhibit etc and note what the recipient clearly likes. Then that's what you give them. Quite a bit of my work has been sold this way.

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  10. Sue has an old authentic-looking kimono that she keeps together -- for now anyway -- with tape. I often see her patching the thing up in the morning.

    I don't know why you lost me, but I think you are not the only one.

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    1. Go Sue, the conservator. Every now and then I wonder if someone stopped blogging then find they just fell off my feed.

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  11. The kimono is stunning.

    We walked today in spite of the cold, -17 C. Bitter…we walk quickly for speed and heat!

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  12. My days of walking briskly are maybe over. I can manage steadily but not fast.

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