Plot Twist!

 

When something goes wrong in your life, just yell ‘Plot Twist!’ and move on.

It’s a ubiquitous meme all over the internet, and it’s trite and vaguely irritating, but I’m willing to run with it. This isn’t the New Year’s post I’d planned on writing. Instead of a post all excited about some of the knitting I’ve been doing, and showing off my temperature scarf and plotting for silk knit gloves, I’m on the rehab list.

A repetitive strain injury (tennis elbow, no racquet required!) in my dominant arm means no knitting, embroidery, drop spinning, crochet, hand sewing, needle lace, bread kneading.. basically everything in my world. Physio and my RMT are working on it, and we’re making progress, but the main thing is resting it, and reality is that I heal Very Slowly. I am looking at easily months away from my primary hobbies, and 2019 might be a write off for the knitting needles (and all of their needlely, hookey and spindlely friends.)

There was some probably unsurprising moping, with accompanied whining (and cookies. Disappointing news around holiday goodies is not ideal for one’s eating habits.), but finally I’ve accepted that we’re not at ‘omg, I can’t do ANYTHING!’, but at ‘Plot twist!’

Things I CAN still do. Brewing. Bread making (with the kitchen aid taking on the kneading for me), big loom weaving, soap making, dye work. Jury is still out on wheel spinning (it’s hard on the leg joints), or tablet weaving (not optimistic).

Which basically reads like 2019 is going to be full of alchemy!

Casual Knowledge acquisition

It’s an odd thing to consider, all the times that you are settled somewhere and there’s conversation going on around you. It happens all of the time at events, especially when someone is obsessively embroidering in advance of Kingdom A&S (hypothetically speaking). It is sometimes conversation you’re a part of. It is sometimes conversation that is happening that you know nothing about. It is always fascinating.

I feel as if I should clarify here, that I’m thinking specifically of geeking out A&S conversations. This is not a musing on sitting around listening to gossip, especially overhearing gossip. Look up at the blog title. Adventures in A&S. Right, focus here.

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Progress!

I spent yesterday at a most delightfully excellent Twelfth Night event, full of silly and chatter and conversation (and not even all that corrupt mayoral elections! Well only a leeetle corrupt, ish. Nothing to see here.) I got to spend a lovely chunk of time sitting and embroidering listening to conversations go on around me. A couple of bards geeking out about medieval poetry forms, a topic that might as well have been in greek for all that I understood not a word of it, but their enthusiasm (and lamentations) had a familiar cadence. A conversation about the care and feeding and tips and tricks from someone new-ish to sewing from a very skilled seamstress. That last conversation came to mind today when I sat and fought with my sewing machine.

My feud with sewing machines (and sergers) is well documented. There’s a whole lot of hate/hate going on, and I routinely curse and lament that all machines do is let me screw up faster! Still, conversation just yesterday let me quickly work out what the machine was kvetching about today. (Which then required taking it apart to fix a broken part of solve, but that’s a whole different point. I may also have argued that I never have trouble with bobbin tension when I’m handsewing!)

A longwinded way of musing upon casual knowledge acquisition. Someone else’s question that I happened to be present for the answer for yesterday, saved me a whole lot of grief today. It’s amazing, truly, the little tidbits of information that we pick up when we’re not really noticing. Totally worth not walking away from conversations that aren’t in your field, you never know when they’ll come in handy!

 

Happy New Year!

Good morning Sunshines!

(It’s always morning somewhere, just run with it.) Welcome to 2018! This is one of those times when the big picture was fairly miserable, but the little picture was pretty good, so I’m going to focus on the little picture. It really felt like I got nothing accomplished (handwork wise) in 2017, but when I look back at my projects, I think it is more that I got nothing big and flashy accomplished. So because I’m all retrospective, I’ll drag the 3 people who still read my not regularly updated blog along with me.

One of these years, I will make an effort to write down what I finished over the year. There was a time when I did, and those are awesome to refind years later (with projects I completely had forgotten about listed!), so perhaps 2018 will be the year I do that again. This year, however, is memory and photos and ravelry notes.

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Knitting: 8 snowflake ornaments, 2 lace bookmarks

Crochet: 6 snowflake ornaments, giant lace art panel for flying mosque

Dyeing: Scattered silk skeins of weld and indigo, a swack of cochineal playing

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Weaving: tablet: turquoise trim, blue and gold silk, sheepy trim, double weave samples, brown trim

4 shaft loom: leg wraps

Bobbin lace: 9 pin edging for camica

Sewing: cotton/silk camica, 3 apron dresses, 2 linen shirts, bodice muslins (lost count), linen underdress.

Misc: Naalbinding samples, dozens and dozens of jars of canning.

Hunh, not bad for what was, to my mind ‘not much of a productive year’. There has been a lot of other stuff that was worked on, but not finished, so doesn’t make the 2017 list, but should be on the 2018 list! (Like how I somehow finished no embroidery in 2017? That feels wrong, but plenty of work got done, certainly.)

2018 has more knitting, more crochet, more embroidery (lots and lots!) and zomg more sewing. I’d love to tuck more dyeing and weaving and spinning in there as well, but we shall see!

What does your list look like? Any surprises?

Preparation

There are a lot of steps to a project that many (myself included) don’t actually recognize as being part of the process. They’re the boring stuff before you get to the good stuff. The REAL stuff. In my brain, I always seem to assume those will take just a blink and then I’ll get to the chunk of the project that I love.

Ahh ha ha ha ha. Yeah. Laugh. You probably should point as well. Really, that’s bloody delusional. Even I think that it’s ridiculous when I stop and think about it. Yet, I find myself resenting the time it takes to wind a warp, sley a reed, thread heddles. I find myself grumpy at waiting for fabric to be pre-washed, at the tests and trials and muslins. That’s just preamble, I can’t wait to get to The Actual Craft ™.

It took me three days (around work and social and sore and life) to measure out thread, wind it onto a niddy noddy (which irritatingly went missing and required a hardware store trip), tie all my figure 8 ties and get to where I could consider getting this thread wet. Make notes, do plenty of math. No colour yet, just ready to get wet.

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Weigh out thread. Weigh out mordant. More notes, more math. Simmer and soak and rinse. No colour yet, just ready for colour.

Weigh out dyestuff, crush it, weigh it again, soak it. Simmer and filter and simmer again. Colour, but not on your thread yet.

Dunk in thread, simmer and wait and squeeze and dry and eventually wash and dry and admire. Colour! On thread!

Dear brain, those are a lot of steps that aren’t part of The Actual Craft ™, you are on crack. Enjoy the process!

QPT

Queen’s Prize Tourney, for those who don’t obsessively follow A&S events in every kingdom. A novice tourney in that only those with an Orion or no A&S award may enter and they require a sponsor to do so. The sponsor must have a Crucible (Grant level A&S award) or a Laurel and provides a token prize, as well as mentorship on the project.. however that looks. The prize (almost always) goes to someone who is not their sponsoree, which basically means this is a glorious Oprah Winfrey style of prize giving. (You get a prize! And You get a prize! And YOU get a prize!) The prizes are not supposed to be epic, they are a ‘hey, thanks for coming out’ little something.

Failures are welcome. Unfinished pieces are welcome. Pieces that you have gotten stuck on and need advice on are welcome. Masterpieces that you are super stoked and proud of are welcome.

The ‘judging’ is face to face and is specifically less about critique and more about discussion and coaching and generally becomes a glorious geekfest between the artisan and the three or so people who are knowledgable in that field. (or at least interested.. anyone can judge and many entrants are also judges.. myself included.) There are no scores. There’s no judge form where you have to come up with something to say about the details of the piece. You get to spend half an hour or so discussing what they loved, what went wrong (in some cases, what went horribly horribly wrong), and next steps. Sometimes folks want and need a lot of direction on next steps, sometimes we all just get to be super stoked on where the project is going next.

And yet, so many of us stress about it. Is our work good enough? Are people going to politely smile and privately think ‘goodness, I really thought his skills were better than that’? Are the judges going to be mean? What am I going to say for a whole /half hour/!? Is it perfect? It’s awful and no one is going to tell us that it’s awful.

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Reminder literally taped to my work monitor.

It is brutally hard to tell the brain weasels that whatever you’ve got, at whatever stage its at, is alright to peek out. It’s your creation, it’s part of you and letting others into the process, which is often more failure than success, is HARD. It’s making yourself vulnerable. It’s admitting that you’re not good at something (or for some people, it’s admitting that you ARE good at something).

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Samples pack small.

My naalbinding samples and I will be at QPT tomorrow. Little bits of things, with wonky parts and tension that can’t figure out if its coming or going, and a whole section that is starting to look pretty good, dammit! Like most people there, it’ll have a hidden side order of vulnerability and humility tucked under the documentation, peeking out warily. It’ll get showered with advice and love and creative energy from all sides, and it will be glorious. And I’ll even get a prize.

Preserves (w. Onion Jam recipe)

Pardon the brief foray into modernity for a moment, but this seemed like the best place to stick a jam recipe that I’ve tried, rather enjoyed, and has been requested a few times. In theory, I can find it here again. So if you want period recipes, just avert your eyes and move along, but my SCA tasks were paused for an epic canning day. (Sour cherry jam, sour cherry jelly, cherry chutney, zucchini relish, lime marmalade and the one that everyone wants the recipe for: Caramelized Onion jam)

Caramelized Onion Jam

4 heads garlic

1 tsp oil

5 cups chopped onions

butter/oil

3/4 c cider vinegar

1/2 c lemon juice (bottled)

1/4 c balsamic vinegar

1 1/2 tsp ground mustard

1 tsp salt

3/4 tsp pepper

1/2 tsp ground ginger

1/4 tsp ground cloves

6 cups sugar

1 pouch liquid pectin

Cut top off garlic heads, drizzle with oil. Bake at 400F for about 30 mins. Let cool.

In a dutch oven, saute onions in butter/oil for 30 – 40 mins until nicely browned. Squeeze roasted garlic into the pan, and stir in vinegars, lemon juice and spices. Bring to a rolling boil. Gradually add sugar, stirring constantly. Return to a boil for 3 mins.

Add pectin, bring back to a full rolling boil. Boil hard for 1 minute, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, skim foam as needed. Pour into hot jars, leaving 1/4″ headspace. Cap and process for 10 mins in boiling water bath.

Makes approx 7 – 250 ml jars.

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Busy day!

The Quest

This started out as a wee bit of silly on the 100 Days of A&S group on facebook, and now I’ve been doing it long enough that it’s become a Thing.

Let me give you an example, just so this makes more sense. This was today’s post:

Day 33: There was a pause in the Quest, or at least a detour. The directions to the Woolie Lands were clearly not accurate, or possibly those lands not nearly as fertile as one had remembered. Half! A mere HALF as much wool as one might expect! Most frustrating, and will require further exploration later. Fortunately the Hemming Mines were nearby, and provided (after a rolled hem on sheer nylon mishap) solace and comfort.

A fanciful way of describing the quest towards new garb, really. Keeps me amused if nothing else.

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Quince Tree the Second has flowers!

For those curious, I found only half the wool I thought I had for a viking coat, but did find a sheer piece of fabric to hem for a new veil that might be less heavy to wear than my linen veil. There’s also frequent and extended expeditions to Mending Mountain, which feels like one might never reach the peak of. We’ve visited the Pits of Eyelets (guess what I think of eyelets), and consulted Wise Tomes along the way.

That’s my current bit of silly going on, amongst a whole lot of plain sewing as I work up nerve and skill to get to more garb. It’s not a dramatic fian project, but it does keep me busy.

 

Fool 2017

This probably should have been a Tuesday post, but clearly I haven’t quite gotten to that whole ‘twice a week’ posting thing yet. Granted, this week is not the best week to try that sort of thing in.

Anyhow! Fool 2017. Fruits of our Labours, an all weekend A&S practicum camping event and basically my idea of amazing all in one cold and wet package. (cold and wet optional, but we had both this year.) There’s teaching and learning and early morning coffee (when the stove isn’t protesting the temperature and we notice that the coffee has actually brewed) and sleepy late night ramblings, singing in the tavern when its too cold and wet outside (complete with construction paper campfire). There’s creativity EVERYWHERE and you come home with a sense of:

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Which is a pretty awesome place to be, all things considered. I didn’t get to embrace the classes and teaching as much as I’d like this year, there was a lot of mental space being taken up with court and plans and a new position and Crown Tourney this weekend. I did manage to teach a class on painted floor cloths, and take a spinning class (Scottish spindles, and I sucked at it. My spindle went home with someone else, and good riddance), and do some drop in classes, and take a bread class. (Must feed Fred, come to think of it. Must FIND Fred hiding in a fridge full of Crown dinner prep). A group of people took rock and smelted iron out of it over the course of two days, which basically means I hang out with alchemists. Damn.

It certainly made doing my 100 Days of A&S really easy for that weekend, that’s for certain! Now I’m back to stretching skills (but it’s a surprise for someone, so no preview pictures).

Springtime

Wow, it’s been a long and crappy winter. Nothing dire, but generally a whole lot of nothing on the creative side of life while everything else got sorted out. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, there wasn’t a whole lot of good interesting work happening before that either. Some puttering, playing around, failed projects. All of which adds to base skill (and certainly to one’s humility when you fix yet another project with scissors), but doesn’t make for much in the way of blog posts.

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Silk with weld, weld/indigo and indigo

Cue winter finally starting to give clues that it’s easing up. Cue some health issues settling themselves out. (Persistent pain is terrible for one’s creative brain. If you’re a chronic pain person, cut yourself some slack.) Cue the annual panic that comes about a month before Kingdom A&S.

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I want this warp done!

But wait! I’m not entering this year! I’m last year’s A&S Champion, and I gave myself a year off. I can kick back and eat bonbons! (And judge ALL THE THINGS). Somehow, however, reading about everyone getting excited and posting their projects in progress reminded me about this final push and there was some conversation with friends about projects. And some acceptance that a big project was dead. (Fix it with scissors! The materials are salvagable, it was a big ‘now you know to never do that to a warp again’ lesson.) And Practicum. A&S focused events can’t HELP but inspire, the creative energy oozes through the whole building.

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Brickwork experiment

So the dyepots came out. And the silk I bought in the fall got dug out (Silk! Untouched and ignored for months! A sure sign that winter had won.) A ‘I’d like to try’ embroidery project got started. The Big Scary Embroidery project took a Big Scary Step. I finished a hat that only needed ties, I decided I wanted to DO things again. It was lovely to DO things!

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Big Scary Embroidery(tm)

Hello again, Muse. I’ve missed you. Please do stay a while this time. I hear you’ve been off with the bards, I hope you had a lovely time.

Failure

(NB: Apparently I’m so good at this, I left it in my drafts folder for a month.)

It’s a word that strikes fear in the heart of so many, myself included. It’s something that makes you stressed, that makes you hide, shamed and worried about what They will think. Perhaps its not even Them (you know.. Them.. the nameless faceless judgey Them), but specific people or guilds or orders that you know and respect and admire and perhaps even want to be like when you grow up. Perhaps you’re worried what they (quite specific they this time) will think when you admit ‘this went horribly horribly wrong’.

I finally waved the white flag of surrender on my fian project this week (aka mid-July), and posted to the group that I was done. /done/. Oh so very done. (Yes, that’s why you haven’t seen it in a while on here.)

I’ve been hemming and hawing and agonizing over calling it quits for a while. Like little ‘I think this might not be working’ comments to friends, and then less little ‘I think this might be dead dead’ comments to friends, and then ‘this is making me crazy and killing all my creative existence’ to friends and my laurel. By the last one, they rightfully looked at me as if I was an idiot (hint, I was being an idiot) and said ‘if this piece is off the rails enough that you aren’t working on anything? Gotta go.’ Even then, I took another 2 and a half weeks of ‘maybe I could…’ thoughts about revamping before I surrendered.