Category: Yarn

  • Be Bold, embrace the hi-vis and ugly colours

    Be Bold, embrace the hi-vis and ugly colours

    I learnt a great lesson in this past workshop. Thank you to Renita for her bold approach to colour and for letting me in on what she was weaving! This was Renita’s colour palette for her weaving. What would you add to lift it again?? We could use a white or yellow which would sit…

  • Weave a yarn

    Weave a yarn

    Inspired by a weave project using a purchased chenille type of linen yarn in Vav magazine lately, I revisted weaving of chenille yarn.  It’s so easy and quite a seductive way of making a yarn as it isn’t spun but woven. It is basically a modified version of cramming and spacing the warp, weaving the…

  • Weavers! You are more than your rags

    Weavers! You are more than your rags

    Weaving with rags is such a wonderful tradition. In Japan it is called sakiori.  It’s one of the few things where old and worn out is a good thing. In fact it’s better than when it is new.  Old worn clothing gets softer as the cloth breaks down and is laundered. The cloth I stripped…

  • Sakiori Summer Weaving

    Sakiori Summer Weaving

    I think my summer weaving is going to be centred  around striping up fabric to weave. I really can’t feel right about throwing out old worn sheets and they either become painting drop sheets or yarn for weaving. With this lot I cram dyed them so I got blended colours  that didn’t have that flat…

  • The Smell of Wool: Are we Missing Something?

    The Smell of Wool: Are we Missing Something?

    Back from the Bendigo Wool and Sheep show. At the 1000km mark on the way down I wondered “What was I thinking?” but it was really great and worth the road trip to meet up with other like minded weavers and yarn lovers. We had the opportunity this time to actually look around at the…

  • The language of yarn

    The language of yarn

      Yarn seems to have its own interminable language. Most of the time we have to apply non-yarny and evocative words or just make them up. Yarn (and relatives like string) make me so happy. Rather like a drug. And although I haven’t sold my house to buy some luscious expensive yarn YET, I can see…