creative reflections

  Because friends in the Society for Creative Anachronism are wonderfully generous with their time and knowledge and are exceptionally good teachers I was able to make these rings (and more!) and send them to royals to share the joy.  I love Scadians!  Thanks friends!    

 Oh no!  Furry friends (or now not so furry) have shared their bounty...oh what shall I do?  :D

Still love nalbinding...made some pouches for largess and someone important suggested I add a drawstring, so ok, added monk's cord drawstrings in EK colors in cotton so they don't felt with the pouch wool when they're used.  Of course people don't need to use them as pouches--they're pretty decent coozies (remove cotton cord, use that for something else...)--why burn or freeze your fingers?  Wonder if felting would make an even better coozie, a thicker stitch certainly could and then felting that could.  Made some "business cards" to go with. And another hat.      Was on a zoom family meeting working on the hat below when a cousin asked "whatcha doin?"  Who can say no to an opening like that?!  I shared. Not too much, I hoped (ok, I don't try to be a pest about it but I get excited about sharing nalbinding info and maybe don't always stop to hope I didn't say too much).  And then sent her the finished hat, a nalbinding needle and the ...

We’ve been pretty good about reminding each other to go out for walks—nice for fresh air, to get away from work/computers and to spend some time talking.   It’s been good to stretch legs and watch spring arrive—tulips, forsythia, emerald grass, leaves, cherry, plum, lilac, dogwood and of course, all the yard cleanup and dead branches.   On one of those walks I picked up a few dried out sticks that caught my eye, thinking “surely medieval people would be able to pick up a stick and make a nalbinding needle at need,” pocketed them, and kept going.   Found them in the pocket a few days later and put them on the countertop.   Came across them a few days later . “Mmmn, was going to do a thing.”   The sticks eyed me from the countertop where I’d deposited them, asking why I’d picked them up if I wasn’t going to go through with this.   I’m not a woodworker so didn’t really know where to start, but finally steeled myself to attempt it, saw a video someone made an...