A couple of weeks ago a woman I know slightly from my church asked me if I know how to crochet. Sure! I said. Crochet is the first fiber-ish pursuit I taught myself, before knitting, before sewing. I haven't done it in years but I doubt I'll ever forget how. "Would you teach me?" she asked. She saw me and some others knitting and crocheting in a reading group we're all a part of, and decided to re-learn. She wants to make baby blankets to donate to various charities. So of course I agreed to help.
I love teaching people to do something I love. In this case I can't say I really taught her, just helped her remember what to do. She was making stitches in no time, and we went over the pattern she chose for her first project, a nice lacy shell stitch. I got to visit her home, which is gorgeous, and I ate a delicious lunch with her and her partner. When I explained I am interested in Peruvian textiles he brought out an object he'd found years ago in an antique store. It is a little boat, wrapped in fabric, with three small dolls inside. The dolls' faces are flat, with embroidered features and headbands; they all have cloths on their heads, and tiny fingers wrapped with yarn. Very much in the style of ancient Peru. I can't judge how old the thing is, I am no good at that; but the cloth was fascinating. There were scraps of gauze from at least three different pieces, brown cotton, white cotton, green cotton. He offered to let me examine it in more detail sometime, and I think I will, because it's quite possible that the fabric is really old.
After that I went to an art store I'd never been to before, on a quest for some sort of stiff frame on which to make weaving samples. A bit vague, I know. I was envisioning some nice firm matt board cut in smallish rectangles with holes in the center. I wandered around the main floor-- stationery and pens-- and the upstairs-- every kind of paint and paintbrush you could possibly want-- and was losing hope. Then I figured out they have a basement.
WOW.
What an incredible resource! Besides every kind of sketching and writing and drawing and drafting paper, with squares and lines and plain, from pocket size to dining room table size, and binders, and canvas, and foamcore, and journals and stencils and plastic sheet covers for film and slides and photos, and the kind of stick-on letters you put on your mailbox... besides all that they have a section with sewing-related things. Now I confess there's a lot I don't like about objects made with cheap felt and glue guns and pompoms. But-- they have an entire wall of DMC floss, in just about every color. Perle cotton in two sizes. Aha! Small bits of color to weave hakima bands. They have every color of 6-strand embroidery floss-- gee, it was enough to make me want to make friendship bracelets again. They have crochet cotton, the kind that makes you think of bedspreads from the 40's, and tatting thread. Tatting. Now that's something I've always wanted to do and haven't learned yet. Hmm. All in all, the wares sent my mind whirling into new project possibilities.
Oh, and I found what I was looking for. Small wooden frames, sturdy and cheap. So I've already started on those weaving samples.