Warped

[Sorry for the less than stellar pictures - overhead lighting and cell phone camera.]

Today I finally finished warping my loom.  It was a journey in weaving vocabulary.

First you sley the reed (this phrase always makes me think of killing something).

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Then I threaded the heddles and beamed the warp (this phrase always makes me think of the Starship Enterprise).

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I think I didn’t do too badly for the first time ever – I ended up with (only) three crossed warps in the shed (this sounds like some weird farm thing).

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I marked the whole thing down as a learning exercise and plan to re-warp it with the following changes:

  1. Finer warp – the blue yarn is too thick.
  2. Longer warp chains – the two feet recommended by the book is way to short to work with easily.
  3. More warp chains of fewer wraps, making it easier to keep the threads from crossing and to beam the warp more evenly.

I figure it should take me half as long the second time around.  Onward.

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Home at Last

I got home about 3:30 this afternoon.

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Someone has been a little clingy and attention-seeking.

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On the Way Home

I stayed in Bar Harbor, Maine, last night.  The crowded touristy atmosphere was something of a shock after the quiet of Nova Scotia.

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Today it was a long drive down through Maine, around Boston, across Massachusetts, and down into the Hudson Valley.  There might have been a stop in Northampton.  A girl needs supplies for her new loom, right?

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Tonight I’m within stone’s throw of wool mecca, but at the wrong time of year, alas.  To Pennsylvania on the morrow.

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Farewell to Nova Scotia

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast,
may your mountains dark and dreary be.
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed,
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

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How to Plant a Canoe

Step 1:  Designate oneself the official photojournalist of this endeavor so that one’s know dislike of bugs, dirt, sweat, and general yard work is not brought too much to the fore.

Step 2: Find an old canoe sitting around full of stagnant water.  It can be a beautiful pink / purpley color for added effect.

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Step 2: Drill holes in the canoe to drain out the water. (Or rather Ann and I stand around cheering while Paula drills the holes . . . “great work, way to go!”)

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Step 3: Turn the canoe over to empty remaining water.

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Step 4: Fill bottom of boat with empty bottles for future drainage.

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Step 5:  Just add dirt!

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Step 6:  Plant stuff.  In this case red and white petunias and canna lilies.  The cannas will be the ”people” sitting in the canoe.  Pretty clever, eh?

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Step 7:  Admire the results!

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Step 8: Eat BLTs for lunch on the deck.

Step 9:  Take a nap and make reservations at Bread and Olives for supper.

Because, to quote the Nova Scotian provincial song, “For it’s early in the morning I am bound far away.”

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All in One Day

At some point this morning Paula mentioned something about packing all of summer into one day.  It almost felt like that; we seem to have packed in the best of summer here in Nova Scotia at least.

There was the view with breakfast (and Kauai coffee).

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There was lunch at Rudder’s on the deck.

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There was shopping and gelato after.

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There was the trip to Mavillette Beach.  We took Jack (the greyhound) and about wore him out.

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The grill came out for supper, then I managed to fall asleep briefly on the sofa with the evening breeze blowing over me through the open window.

All of summer in a day?  Maybe the best distilled into one day.

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A Promise Is a Promise

I keep promising myself to catch up with my blogging, then forgetting until I’m out of time or energy, so here goes . . .

Tuesday we drove to Halifax to pick up Paula’s niece and her boyfriend who flew in from St. John’s, Newfoundland.  While there we met up with Leslie, who taught the spinning workshop where we met in 2007.  We had lunch at Bishop’s Landing right on the harbour, with a wonderful view.

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Note the aptly named boat: Grey Cloud.

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There was a stop at LK Yarns, then it was home through more rain, this time via the north shore.  All in all it was 400 mile round trip. (There are hardly any roads across the province between the two highways – there’s a huge national park and lots of wilderness lakes in the way.  You basically have to skirt the edges.)

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Yesterday we made it out to Cape Forchu and the Mug Up for lunch, and although the fog had cleared quite a bit, you can tell from my annual “big chair” picture that it was still pretty cloudy.

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Last night I stayed up to late talking with Ann and almost forgot to blog.  She took this oh-so-flattering picture of me in deep concentration at the cell phone.  She giggled at the idea of all the flags sitting around – it was Canada Day on Tuesday and they were still out.

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Today we took Erica and Jon to Wolfville (back along the 101 about 2 1/2 hours) for a conference at Acadia University, stopped at The Box of Delights Book Shop, Gaspereau Valley Fibres (can’t miss a yarn shop), and came back.  Finally, it was wonderfully, happily, amazingly, fantastically, stupendously sunny.  Yes, I’m a little excited about the weather.  It even made it up to about 28 C (82 F), which has been almost unheard of around here.  Nova Scotia is starting to shine again just before I have to leave.

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