Sitting by the log burner, busily spinning and trying to negotiate the pricing of the yarn I am producing, I realise this is not just about the financial gain. I could never realistically compete with the mechanisation of the spinning industry.
Just consider the processes that the fibres go through from field to yarn. The shearing, scouring, drying, combing, carding before the spinning even takes place. Then the process of multiple ‘single’ threads being created to then be plied. Then there is the dyeing process. It quickly becomes apparent, that The Industrial revolution quite literally revolutionised yarn production. Why would anybody wish to sit for hours on end spinning one 25 gram skein when machines can produce an enormous quantity in a milli fraction of time. My own time and motion studies proved beyond a doubt that I could never earn the hours that the skeins take me to produce (and I am a relatively fast spinner!) Thoughts turned to my motivation. I realised the complexity of it and of why I wish to create slow cloth.
Have you ever walked past a field where there are the tufts of fleece entwined baron on the fence. Almost cleansed by the rain and involuntarily ‘hanging’ out to dry! Much later, 38 kgs later and more to come I am hooked, obsessed by this ‘fluff’ It offers so much; transformation into the promise; Of fibre to clothe,keep us warm, to adorn and give way to so much creativity.
plant dyed wools
I have alway had this need to take a raw item and follow the processes to create. Wool or fibres in general are the ultimate travelling companion for this journey. However, my tentative walk began from a different lane. From the garden path. It was at these humble beginnings my connection was made. Colour. Natural colour. Colour that is not uniform and although nature can provide bold brash colours she is more renowned for her subtlety, of muted shades and very much a tonal creator.
Throughout the seasons she quietly sometimes loudly rocks our world with an orchestra of colour. Just when you feel you know her; she surprises. For me to be able to learn, tap into mother natures own larder, to explore her lessons in creativity it is a treasure trove. So to walk past that innocent ‘fluff’ I can no longer do without thinking of what it can become. Like Cinderella’s pumpkin to be transformed into magnificence by magic. Natural magic.
A sharing of ones coat
wild and woolly
to capture creativity; a misty treeline
Take home this ‘fluff’ however, small and tenderly yet once more bathe but this time add some magic of vegetable skins, flowers, seeds or pods; of bark or leaves and warm to colour it’s veins. Let nature colour your creativity and join me on this magical mystical tour!
compost or dye!
Please protect the lichens
Plants like nettles so valuable you might want to think twice about them