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Showing posts with label wool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wool. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2020

Pickers, carders, strippers and travellers...

Sounds like the characters from an old Western movie 
or a travelling carnival right?
Wrong!
These are some of the terms I learned the other day after 
visiting one of the last tours of  the 
The farm has been in operation since 1980 raising Alpacas and 
three years ago began the fascinating journey 
into processing fibres in their onsite woollen mill.
The grand Duchess of the mill room (and yes, thats the name of her!)
is the carding machine built in 1870 and still running like a charm!
 Her name has worn off mostly, but then you might be a bit 
worn yourself after 150 years of work!
She came from Philadelphia but her history up until recently is a bit unclear.
She worked in Crofton, then Qualicum Bay 
before moving south down Island to North Saanich, B.C, Canada.
 This beautiful beast of cogs and drums and belts and wheels is a 
fluff layered machine of incredible ingenuity.
The dawn of the Industrial Revolution brought this machine to the forefront 
of processing wool on a grand scale.
Basically the picked, cleaned, raw fleece...
...is fed onto the large belt where it is taken 
into and through a number of needled drums
 (kind of like those fine tooth dog brushes).
Here is John...master of fluff, using cards to set a gauge...and no, thats not
why it's called 'carding'! The word is derived from the latin word carduus which means 'thistle' or 'teasel' which 
are seed heads that used to be used to comb fleece.
Everything is covered in a gauzy, layer of bits of fleece...
As I stood there watching, I couldn't help but wonder what products had come from the fleece processed on The Duchess throughout it's 150 years of service...soldiers uniforms, blankets, woven
textile for suits and coats...
After several turns through the various gauges of needles, it comes out
as beautiful, fluffy strands called pencil roving...
 It then goes into a smaller, but none the less intricate than the big carder,
machine called a Pin Drafter where it gathers the pencil roving
into a more stable texture...
 where it is transferred over to a spinning machine.
WE INTERRUPT THIS BLOG POST FOR A BRIEF DOG INTERLUDE
BROUGHT TO YOU BY 
TALULA THE WOLFHOUND AND CRICKET THE PAPILLON....
WE NOW RESUME YOUR PROGRAM...
 The roving now begins the process of becoming yarn. It is spun first in one direction and then, depending on the ply, is switched to another part of the machine to twist the ply's together thus creating different 
gauges of yarn ready for knitting and weaving.
PHEW! This making yarn is exhausting!
It takes a lot of finicky messing about to set 
this machine so the yarn comes out right!
 Each small batch order is accompanied throughout the whole process
with all of the pertinent information of the owner of the fleece insuring
that it stays together with every bit of info that the customer has requested.
After the spinning machine has finished, the yarn is either spun 
onto cones or twisted into skeins ready for pick up...
Unfortunately I must end this post on a sad note as Inc Dinca Do Farms
is on the chopping block. The owners will be closing the mill and selling
the farm due to personal reasons.
I only hope that through some amazing circumstances, that this
does not happen. 
These people who work and live here are passionate 
about what they do, using organic and low carbon footprints and 
only process local, small batches.
The work is long and tedious.
It is part of the slow fashion movement that begs you to think
of how and where fibre and clothing comes from.
Please visit the farms website to meet the wonderful people 
who spent the time to explain their wonderful world!
I wish you all the best and hope and pray the mill will be saved!











Monday, October 5, 2015

The Find...

So I've had these lovely, antique wood spindles around for ages.
Technically called 'quills', they were used in the woolen mill/textile 
industry in big factories to organize threads on looms.
I've had a few inspirations on what to do with them
and then yesterday one of those ideas finally came to fruition...
Introducing... "The Find"
 These happy crows are making a big noise of today's find...
 I had these scissors in my button stash that I think were intended for scrap booking.
I believe they came from a little pack of buttons and such from the thrift shop.
I've aged them a bit to look like they've been around the cutting floor for eons...
So if any of you know anything about the Corvid family of birds,
you'll know that they love shiny things...hence the excitement!
Crows and Ravens are some of the most enduring birds.
Don't be fooled by their bad reputation.
Intelligent, loving, resourceful, dedicated family members and comical.
I'm not sure why they've been the subject of doom and gloom and bad omens
but in my books they are a joy to watch.
Definitely the bird of October aren't they?!
 I notched of the bottom edge of the spindle so it wouldn't roll around anymore.
The beaks are made from some outer teeth casings from a jaw I found on the beach...
...I painted them black and meticulously pieced them together before adhering 
them into the heads of the crows...
They worked into perfect crow beaks...
In photography, I find the two hardest colours to capture are red and black.
In practicing with different shutter speeds, apertures, etc, and some fine tuning
in the editing department I was able to get some fairly decent shots though.
So off they will fly...to a house on the river road...
...to a maker of lovely textiles and a lover of crows.




Sunday, August 30, 2015

Upcoming workshops....'cause a hard rains a gonna fall...

Not that I'm predicting us all to be inside for the next 8 months 
but you all know what's coming....autumn, rain, winter, rain,
maybe a bit of snow to put us all in a Canadian state of mind, more rain....
(did I mention there's going to be rain?)
Therefore you may be looking to try your hand at some felting classes
at the local wool shop...something to keep your fingers busy on those
cold dark nights.
Seaside Yarn and Button here in Sooke will be offering quite a few of these 
fun, short intro classes to this highly addictive art form and 
yours truly will be hosting several.
So what's on hand?
An owl perhaps...
...a sleeping fox?
 ...maybe an orca?
...little fuzzy acorns for the tree?
 ...for a little more challenge, you could make a wee gnome (or gnomett if you're so inclined)
Here's the link for you with all the info...hope to see you there!

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Right on schedule...

Someone asked me about a week ago when I thought the first frost would be...
I said around Halloween and sure enough, this morning was a crisp and clear
November morning with the edges of my world rimmed in crystal white...
...and as if on schedule as well, came a fast and furious head cold.
So yesterday, Norene came over to the 'lab'
 (as I have affectionately renamed the studio)
and we got in some felting therapy.
She's been experimenting with making mittens and I've been wanting to try this
for a while so after a day of laying out wisps of roving and much working
the wool with warm soapy hands we both came away with a few nice pairs.
Mine were inspired by some flowery ones I had seen on etsy...
 Little rolls of silk tufts became my winter garden theme...
 Along with some curly welsh locks for added texture...
 A mix of dark purple and black gave them an eggplant colour for the background...
 ...and the inside is a soft, silk merino blend...
 This morning when I went to take Griff for his walk, I was happy they had dried overnight...
 First voyage out into the cold...
Not the best things to wear for taking photos but after taking them off to do so,
putting them back on keeps the fingers warm and toasty.
I love these sunny frosty mornings...
Catching the sun on frost before it warms it up and the sparkles disappear...
No more warm mornings with tea on the porch this year...
The depth of autumn has definitely arrived in glorious fashion.