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Textile papers: the Textile Society of America newsletters and symposium proceedings are online. There’s a huge range of articles here, on pretty much everything you could think of.

I’d looked a long time ago for the Mendelschen Hausbook online and couldn’t find it. But I recently received a link to a collection of the plates, and the German source website with another German Hausbook as well.

Less appealing, my course proposal for Complex Weavers 2014 was turned down, as was Laura’s. My apologies to everyone who’d asked me to teach the edges class again because they couldn’t get in last year.

I have no idea what I was thinking, but I’d put together this collection of photos and saved it as a draft in May. I might as well post it, right?




Morgan kitten




Read me

Bored? Need something to read? I’ve got you covered.

From Katrin, by way of Laura (thank you! I’m so behind on reading blogs right now.): free access to a whole bunch of German academic books through the end of August. If you find something interesting, please leave a comment: my poor German and I don’t have time to wade through the whole list (even with our good friend Google Translate).

The Textile Museum is having a book sale, with some nifty things as low as $5. I already bought mine, so now I can share this with you without worrying they’ll run out (my list: the Roman, Andean and Yoruk books, each $5).

Looking for something a little older? The British Library is making a concerted effort to digitize their entire manuscript collection. So pretty! So hard to read! And what a fantastic resources for historians, artists, calligraphers.

So much laundry

Pennsic was lovely, not too hot and not too wet. I went to a lot of meetings, led some weed walks, did some weaving. Nick insists that most people who need a bookmark don’t whip out their leftover yarn and weave one.


I thought he was probably confused: of course people do that. So I asked the woman camped next door. She admitted that she was more likely to whip out her yarn and tat one. Fair enough.

The Velociraptors were so happy to see us. I swear they’ve grown a pound while we were gone. Norathar is in training to be a shoulder cat. I believe I’ll be needing shoulder protection.


Cawti needs no training to lounge beautifully. You’d never guess her essential Doominess from this photo, unless of course you’ve raised kittens.


The garden grew nearly as much as the kittens did. I got the first full-size tomato just before we left, a Cosmonaut Volkov. There are plenty more green, but none ripened while we were gone. I pulled out the peas and lettuce tonight. I will put more lettuce in, and maybe some spinach.


The everbearing strawberries really are.

It’s truly August: the Turk’s cap lilies are blooming.


Something was eating the milkweed. I leave it in hopes of monarchs, but this year I got milkweed tiger moths.


Trygvi spent the week with Nick’s mom. He had a grand time racing around fields with the spaniel, but was so pleased to see us. Though yesterday he busted out of his collar and took a jaunt around the neighborhood. He’s a brute. I bought two new collars, just in case.



Linda Hendrickson has generously shared a video tour of her studio. She’s enormously more productive and better organized than I am; I may be a little bit jealous.

Having kittens

Means never having to brush your teeth alone.


Or anything else, either, like comb your hair.


Let alone sleep.


They do sometimes go their own ways, mostly in the service of finding more trouble to get into.


It’s a good thing they’re so cute.



I mean, the boxer is starting to seem well-behaved by comparison.


Water everywhere

Some recent water adventures were bad. But now I’m prepared for the rest!

New kayaks!

New kayaks!

New kayaks!

Because I am an incompetent blogger, I wrote the above post on July 4 and never actually posted it.

Since then I have demonstrated that the smaller kayak fits in my Forester just fine, so I can go out by myself any time I want without messing with the roof rack. There’s a small state park with a tiny lake nearby, and I can be in the water in 22 minutes from having the idea to go kayaking.

So much fun!

Today’s Miscellany

I have a new tablet weaving gallery on Flickr.


This medieval manuscript repaired with needle lace made me think of Laura, but I expect more of you are interested.

I’ve added a Workshop and Classes listing to the tabs above.

Nick sent me this lovely manuscript illumination.

Fur Sarah mit distaff

The boxer continues goofy.

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The kittens continue ferocious.

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Dear internet,

Let me introduce to you “Climbs on furniture,” briefly known as Thing 1, and to be called Norathar for short (Nora for shortest).


And let me also introduce her sister, “Get your teeth out of my toe dammit,” briefly known as Thing 2, and called Cawti for short.


I can assure you that they are training very hard for their careers as assassins, and will certainly live up to the reputations of their Brustian namesakes, the Sword and the Dagger.

So there are these kittens

By utter accident I have taken the best kitten picture ever.


Those two nine-week-old sisters have been living here since yesterday afternoon. They spent about three minutes hiding behind the toilet, then three hours galloping back and forth across the living room. Shortly thereafter, this.


They seem to be settling in well, don’t you think?

Closing tabs

The things, they have been building up:

First ever (really?) prehistoric fashion show. I so hope photos end up online.

Sixteen-bedroom Tuscan castle for sale. We could all chip in…

What does a Renaissance man wear? from Midori Snyder. Writing fiction is a wonderful excuse to research anything.

Mastercrafts: Learning to weave as reality television, from Katrin Kania.

I haven’t watched this video on medieval Icelandic textiles yet; I’m saving it for later and sharing it with you in a single step.

Maybe this will break the dead spell, and I’ll be back to tell you about tomatoes, kittens, delightful visiting textile craftspeople, peonies and roses. We’ll see.