We left Saturday morning for Santa Barbara, California, after getting a call from Aunt Ann that my great-uncle Woody had fallen and broken his foot. Before we got underway, Caroline wound this ball of yarn that was destined to become a pair of gloves for me. For some misunderstood reason, I’m at a loss to explain; we didn’t take a single photo while out in Santa Barbara this long weekend. I can only surmise that we were so attentive to family needs that the opportunity never arose. As we departed on Monday, it was obvious that my aunt and uncle could use some assistance, so a couple of days after bringing Caroline home, I returned to Santa Barbara.
More Tapestry Weaving
Sandy and Caroline are together again. It’s not very often that I see my wife hit it off so quickly with another woman. When she does, I can be certain that the person is as authentic as it gets. You might have guessed that Caroline is not into pretense and hiding behind fashion or makeup; she wants real experiences, and the same goes for the people she associates with.
While not ‘art’ yet, Caroline is on her way to understanding the craft. As they focus on that weaving stuff, I’m heading out to explore other things.
Janie’s husband, Don, who’s very active with local environmental issues, told me about the Sipe White Mountain Wildlife Area nearby. I’m out here checking the place out.
I’m not in a hurry as I have the afternoon to wander, so I’ll just check out things like this fly.
There’s an orange and black bug on one of those flowers; I think it’s a boxelder, but I’m no entomologist; I just play one on TV.
Who doesn’t love hummingbirds? I tried getting a good photo of them in flight, but with the contrast and my distance, they turned out horribly, so I present you two hummingbirds just chilling out.
And like that, I’m back at the alpaca farm.
But before I got back to my wife, I stopped to visit a nearby couple I was told about who was living off-grid in a yurt. They are from New Mexico and, after showing me their outdoor kitchen invited me into the yurt so I could check it out. If only we could live in a yurt down in Phoenix…
Yep, they are still at it, studying, doing, listening, watching, weaving.
I’m waiting for him to sneeze or spit on me while all I want is a little snuggle of his furry face. I played it safe and kept my distance, but someday, I’ll know the softness and that beautiful face.
Beginning Tapestry Weaving
First day of the workshop, after staying the night here at Waugh Mountain Alpaca Farm.
Quite a bit of kit here that comes along with the price of the workshop, though Caroline almost wasn’t able to participate on relatively short notice. These looms are custom-made by Janie’s husband using copper pipes (Janie was the host of the natural dying workshop a couple of weeks ago). After leaving Blue, Janie notified us that enough parts were still on hand that one of these custom tapestry looms could still be made, so she was in.
While I already know the reality, it doesn’t mean I can’t wish that someday I’ll meet an alpaca that runs up and wants to snuggle as badly as I do
This is the example loom that Janie already started to give the attendees an idea of how things look and inspire them that this is exactly what they’ll be doing.
Maybe this is a standard operating procedure, but having this running sample of the different weaving techniques is genius to me.
Who knew that there were so many techniques for weaving fabric?
Placing her first thread ever on a tapestry loom, and my wife is already an expert. That’s a half-twit eccentric wife weft with a doublecross wiggly knot. I’m impressed.
This is my favorite part of every workshop, lunch. The story from this point on deviates as Caroline and company continue on with the technical details in learning the fine art of tapestry weaving while I took a road trip north.
I’m up in Sanders, Arizona, at the R.B. Burnham & Company Trading Post.
My two-hour drive was to check out the churro wool offerings that might be used in future Navajo rug weavings. I also bought some weaving forks and a hip spindle to surprise Caroline. As for what she actually accomplished at the workshop today, I have no idea, and she didn’t take photos, so this is the end of this post.
[Sad to say, I think that loom sits in the closet as it was when we left the workshop, so technically, we could post another photo… Caroline]
Done With Dyeing
Our host, Caroline’s instructor, Jane Hoffman, has cultivated this wonderful garden where she’s able to harvest more than a few of the plants she uses not only in a classroom setting but for the yarn that finds its way into her tapestry weavings. Today, I’m asking myself why I didn’t photograph any examples of those works.
A palette of color to which our desert eyes are unaccustomed.
Participants are leaving with a wide selection of yarns they’ve dyed, and while not a fiber artist myself, I can appreciate how interesting the process is.
Fruits for a loom or maybe the needles.
Checking out of our deluxe travel trailer.
Our momentary home away from home.
Back on the road, we have a few miles of dirt before once again hitting the asphalt. Every summer day should include this view and temperature, which is just perfect.
No…do we really have to leave all this and go back to Phoenix? We can’t return soon enough.
Still Dyeing
Having a couple of hours early in the day to explore this isolated corner of Arizona before Caroline’s workshop gets underway has been great, and with the relatively cool weather, it’s all the better.
Out in the woods, we can linger under the kind of shade cactus fail to offer. Trees are welcoming of hugs, while cacti demand distance. Cactus takes root in the arid, hostile ground that snakes and lizards find attractive compared to trees that find symbiosis with grasses, small plants, bushes, flowers, and furry creatures. Caroline and I are comfortable transitioning between the biomes, but by spending much of our time in a desert, these forestlands become enchanting in ways that leave deep impressions.
And where meadows open up, and the uninterrupted sky reappears, we breathe in the fresh air and pinch ourselves that this is our good fortune.
Okay, that was enough nature, back to the trailer park.
This is our cozy bed with our familiar bedding, which includes pillowcases handmade by Mrs. Crafty Wise herself.
If there’s yarn around, there must be a cat somewhere. Well, there’s also a dog out here that comes to our front door in the morning and lounges around the workshop area on his back, inviting belly rubs. Yep, things are that chill out on the Blue.
Today, the yarn that was dyed yesterday is wound into a ball and then split into tiny sample skeins for all attendees.
Caroline is seen here operating a ball winder that pulls the yarn from the swift that holds a skein.
Taking samples of the yarns the students have created, they are creating documentation of the processes and attaching small pieces of yarn to the page for references as to how they achieved their results.
As this long weekend getaway and workshop is all about my wife, I’m honoring that by feeding her the kind of foods she enjoys, and that would be those of the vegetarian type. A big salad is one of Caroline’s favorites.
A mid-day rain is not a big surprise in August as it’s monsoon season here in Arizona. Good thing I didn’t plan on driving anywhere because one needs to cross a wash to get to the road.
This is like the mixed grill of dyed yarns in the form of a pot of color.
When Janie is not dyeing yarns with various plant materials, she’s using these in her primary work which is tapestry weaving. As a matter of fact, in less than two weeks after this retreat in the mountains, we’ll be heading back this way to Alpine, Arizona, for a workshop about tapestry weaving, and as luck would have it, Sandy is signed up for that, too.
Cooking up some red yarn…
…before turning the attention to the purple stuff.
Rinse, soak, and repeat using a cool, old, repurposed washing machine from a different age.
Iterations of a theme.
This attitude comes from the TOTAL LACK OF MEAT on this grill. Seriously, how am I supposed to survive on grilled beets, zucchini, and corn? No cracks about living off the meat belt around my mid-section, which I swear is not fat.
Into The Blue
Yesterday afternoon, Caroline and I drove up north to a place in Arizona near the border with New Mexico that we’d never heard of; it’s called Blue. Our accommodations were unique and allowed us to stay right where Caroline was attending a natural dyeing workshop.
After breakfast in our travel trailer and before the crafting got underway, we headed out for a walk around the countryside that featured perfect weather. Consider that down in Phoenix, it’s well into the 100’s right now.
Moss is not something we ever see growing off cactus down south.
It’s beautiful up here in the mountains.
Yep, beautiful.
But our walk is coming to an end as it’s time to get to the reason we are up here.
Meet Janie Hoffman, who calls this corner of Blue, Arizona, home and is not only our host but also teaching the course on using plants for natural dyeing.
Sample books of Janie’s experiments using combinations of various plant matter with mordants which make the dyes longer-lasting but can also change the resulting color of the fiber.
As not all mordants and dyes are skin-friendly and some dyestuffs can stain the container they are in, Janie is using stainless steel pots marked with what will be in them.
Just as the above label said, this is madder root, a popular source of red dye for fabrics.
While this is broom snakeweed.
Sadly, all the mistletoe was in the pot, and none was overhead, so there’d be no kissing underneath it.
Cooking up the dye, getting it ready for dipping yarn into it. Maintaining a specific temperature can be essential for some dyestuffs.
This giant moth was me being distracted by Janie’s beautiful garden that’s nearby. She grows dye plants as well as decorative flowers.
And before we knew it, lunchtime was upon us. We’d brought cheese from our friend Celia, a.k.a. the Barn Goddess, made a salad with things from Tonopah Rob’s farm, and bread from Wildflower. Absolute luxury in the woods.
Meet Sandy, who was Caroline’s partner in this operation. These two hit it off as friends the moment they started smiling together.
The yarn goes in.
And needs to soak a while.
More soaking yarn.
Yet more yarn.
And yep, you guessed it, more yarn being turned into something other than white.
Into the wringer to squeeze out the excess water, but this was after the ladies thoroughly rinsed it.
Up to dry, and the night was ours.
Sheep is Life – Tuba City
On our way to Tuba City on the Navajo Reservation to attend the Sheep is Life celebration, we drove north on Arizona 17 through Flagstaff and up Highway 89.
It was on this latter road, and just after entering the Navajo Nation, we stopped for this photograph. I like the picture as a reminder of a tree post and barbed wire fence that looks oh-so normal here in the desert Southwest but would be foreign to most people in the Eastern United States and surely to the majority of people residing in Europe.
We’ve arrived in Tuba City at the Sheep is Life festival, and of course, we are seeing sheep.
These churros are the dominant breed out here on the Navajo Reservation, where not only is their fleece used for blankets, rugs, and dresses, but their meat also figures prominently in the Navajo diet.
This here is raw churro fleece with some beautiful coloring; it’s about to be ours.
There was little chance Caroline would leave without a bit of new fiber to serve her addiction. I must admit, the churro fleece she is holding was my suggestion, almost an insistence that she takes it. At some point in the future, Caroline will wash the lanoline out of the fleece. That is, of course, if she can ever stop smelling the thing, she loves the smell of lanoline. From there, it will be time to start spinning the fibers into yarn, which will hopefully find its way into a Navajo rug she or I will weave.
After visiting the Sheep is Life celebration, it was time for a bite to eat. A helper at the information booth directed us towards the local flea market upon hearing that I would have to find myself a roast mutton sandwich before we left the reservation. Tuba City is a small town, making finding the market a quick process.
Before doing any shopping we beelined to the busiest, smokiest tent and got to ordering. Checking out the grill, I recognized a wrapped something-or-other that I just knew had to be ach’ii. We were told of ach’ii years ago by our friend Dion Terry, who wanted us to visit his grandmother’s place on the Navajo Reservation to stay in a hogan and try this Navajo delicacy. Ach’ii is a strip of mutton fat wrapped with a string of intestines (click here to see how it is made). This was as good a time as any to try it, a really good time as a matter of fact because I spied a small piece and the cook let Caroline and I have it. I suppose one would have to already love mutton to like this, which I do and so I thought it was pretty darn good. That’s peppers and mutton on the grill being prepared for my roast mutton sandwich served on a hot piece of fry bread. After our yummy lunch, we shopped at the flea market tables, buying a bag of local apricots, a small loaf of homemade banana bread, and some dried multi-colored corn.
After the festival and lunch, we visited the Tuba City Trading Post, established in 1870. In the general store at the back, we bought more wool that we will both use in our Navajo weaving projects.
We’ve been to many places across America but there’s something unique about these wide-open vistas, especially when some little fluffy clouds are present when out on northern Arizona Indian reservations.
Had we known that the banana yucca fruit was edible, we would have gobbled up one.
While sightseeing out here, we caught this sight worth stopping to stare at. There’s something wonderful about watching animals wander the land outside of a corral or cage that inspires us to witness their freedom. An added bonus at the end of spring and the beginning of summer was that the herd was running with a couple of foals. The location was on Road 264, east of Tuba City, on our way to Kykotsmovi Village on Third Mesa.
First of all, my sincere apologies to the Hopi people for taking this image atop one of their mesas, but I’m so profoundly in love with their heritage, architecture, and the environment they’ve lived in for more than 2,000 years that I simply needed a couple of memories to travel with me into the future. I understand that I wasn’t being considerate of their request not to take photos on the mesas, but it is not my intent to exploit even a grain of sand regarding their people or lands.
You are looking southwest; on the hilltop on the right is Third Mesa. I humbly dream of someday having the opportunity to photograph (with permission) the Hopi Mesas, as they offer an incredible amount of history and beauty for those who can see it.
This concludes the visuals of this awesome experience up north.