Ready to Chop wood in this comfortable dress!
I was talking to some folks at Swiftwaters. Not suprisingly we were talking about summer dresses. My friends didn’t exactly challenge me, but they did inspire me.
Glenna suggested a place to buy linen and I was off. This particular color is called “otter.” It is a 7 oz linen. softened.
7 oz. linen is a solid weight for linen. You can see here how the wrinkles fall away, the drape is fantastic and the texture lushious.
I’ve made the dress in a few more colors since then (blue, copper, grass greeen) I have more linen in black and you will see that soon. Look to my etsy store to purchase it https://www.etsy.com/shop/SarahWinterClothwork, or, if you are in town come to Swiftwaters Artisans or the Coventry Farmers market.
Summer is Dressed in Linen
After a one year hiatus, we are back at the Coventry Farmers Market. Our booth is on the back side of the field, so we have the luxury of more shade. When you find the sun is too much for your weary head, come try on a hat.
I have been walking around town today, rantomscooting Mark calls it. I went out to Breakfast at Grammas in Mansfield, I went to the Co-op, walked back over the footbridge. Whenever I saw someone I knew I shared my great pleasure in just having completed these dresses.
They are part of a set of five dresses and two dashikis that I made for Echo Uganda. I love these dresses. I was surprised how the fabric blends with the grasses. The badminton batik on the little girls dresses is a crazy big pattern. Not something we tend to wear in the US. And look how fantastic it looks on these 2T and 4T dresses.
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I live with Juki. She is my mechanized horse, my old dog. Days spent with her make for many a story. Like any loyal pal, her understanding of me is deep. And I try to return the trust that she places in me.
I was going through an old photo album and found these pictures of Juki and me on the day we closed the Store on Church Street.
I thought I would share some of the feelings of that day with you.
Its been four years since we closed the storefront. Juki and I still work together. Still making a connection over work and creativity. Good friends, Juki and I.
January 31, 2013 Washington, DC – U.S. Senate Republican Leader Mitch McConnell made the following statement today regarding industrialized hemp and its impact on Kentucky:
“After long discussions with Senator Rand Paul and Commissioner James Comer on the economic benefits of industrialized hemp, I am convinced that allowing its production will be a positive development for Kentucky’s farm families and economy. Commissioner Comer has assured me that his office is committed to pursuing industrialized hemp production in a way that does not compromise Kentucky law enforcement’s marijuana eradication efforts or in any way promote illegal drug use. The utilization of hemp to produce everything from clothing to paper is real and if there is a capacity to center a new domestic industry in Kentucky that will create jobs in these difficult economic times that sounds like a good thing to me.”
Alex White Plume of Standing Silent Nation
What a surprise! It has been a long battle to return the cultivation of Hemp to it’s former legal status in the US. Categorized as a narcotic in an apparent effort to promote Dupont (invention of Nylon 1935), this grass is still banned for agricultural use. Many hope to change this.
If you ever have the chance, watch Standing Silent Nation (http://www.standingsilentnation.com/) . The movie documents the efforts of the Soverign Nation of the Ogala Sioux to cultivate hemp.
Clothworks uses hemp as it’s primary fabric. The hemp is grown in either China or Eastern Europe (eg. Romania). We buy it un-dyed by the bolt in different weights and weaves. It has long been our goal to buy hemp grown in the US, perhaps even Connecticut. As Alex White Plume so aptly says:
We will survive.
We have always survived.
We will survive this as well.
–Alex White Plume
I run a pretty small business. I try to keep it small enough for me to manage alone. And yet I welcome help from others with open arms.
Tim Pfeiffer’s Open Arms
Greg Svetz (svetz.net) is one of those silent others that contribute to the business from time to time. This month he offered his keen eye and computer expertise to update my website. What a gift that was!
Greg Svetz: photo
Greg was able to rebuild the site with cleaner lines He maintained my Clothworks “look” and made me feel proud of the site. Check out his website to see some of his photographs.
And thanks to Mr, Pfeiffer of Virginia for the great painting of the Open Arms tree.
My neighbor. Those are two words that go a long way. Whether in an apartment building or the house next door, a neighbor is an important person in one’s life cycle. There are rules of conduct we generally follow. We let each other mind their own “castle.” We respect privacy. We lend a hand when it looks like it might be helpful.
I’m thinking about the neighbors of my childhood. Mr Newsham, The Popes, The Campbells and Harts. All by themselves these names bring rich memories. I played with their kids, babysat for them, my brothers delivered their papers and mowed their lawns.
And now that I am fully ensconced in my own adulthood, I have my own neighbors. In particular I am thinking of my next door neighbor and her elderly Dad.
The unfinished rug.
A Braided Rug
My neighbor’s Mom sewed a lot. When she passed away, she had unfinished projects. My neighbor was thoughtful enough to get me in touch with her Dad, who was kind enough to pass along her fabric leftovers. And her projects.
I just inherited 4 or 5 boxes of wool and cotton. A woman I never met has left me bags of precut wool strips, the braiding tools I need: linen thread, a lacing needle, a clothes pin. With these at my side I embark on the project she left off. As I go round the circle, I think about her.
I hope such a thing will happen with all my projects and materials when I leave this earth. Pass it on. It’s the Neighborly thing to do.