Finding Blue

Starting off again, from almost the same place, but not quite.

Agenda

Let's see.  There's my antique Swedish spool winder that came along with an antique Swedish barn loom I bought a few years ago.  Clamped to my shelf the winder fills pirns, the rolled up paper tubes,  with cotton and linen and silk yarns.  It's a small job that is very satisfying.  This is what it looks like when I fill a pirn with Habu tsumugi indigo silk to make a linen and silk scarf.  The cone of yarn sits below the winder on the counter.

Scarf # 2, linen and silk, in the classic plaid, a soft, textured scarf.  I'm always attracted to this simple design plan, and the scale of the checks.  Indigo and linen, or natural silk, in a Swedish lace weave,
called myggtjall, or mosquito, is a traditional curtain weave.

At mid-July I feel Christmas barreling towards me, and I know already that I am not ready, nor will I be ready for it. As a storekeeper I feel responsible to create holiday magic, and fulfill  desires of children and teenagers, and parents, and spouses, rich uncles and young marrieds.  "I've no idea what they would like, they're young, they're very stylish."   "What can we get for someone who has everything?"  "What is there for my husband?"

I do love to keep store,  so I'll just do what I can not to disappoint the hopes I see when the Christmas customers come in the door.  Maybe a little birch tree will be pretty  this year for Christmas.  With strands of butter paper origami box lights.  And garlands of milkweed pods. There now,  that's better.