Posts Tagged ‘Fibre Festival’

Blueberries!

July 31, 2011

No, no, this isn’t turning into a food blog, don’t worry.  But it just happens to be blueberry season, and there are so many blueberry farms around here we’re having a festival.  And because fibre and blueberries are legendary companions, the Surrey Museum is taking the opportunity to host a fibre event (a Pic-Knit!)at the same time.  Which (here’s the real point coming up) I am going to have a table at.  So if you’re in the neighbourhood, drop by and say hello!  If not, wish me luck – it’ll be my first time pretending to be a professional amongst other professionals with an audience who mostly knows what they’re doing … ack!  Fortunately I’ll be bringing along one or two of my sister’s gorgeous shawls, I can always hide under them until the people go away.

Fibre Art Festival!

August 23, 2009

Apparently I have to stop announcing my intentions of posting “tomorrow” because it seems to have the terrible result of me ignoring the blog for several weeks.  And if you’re wondering, no, I haven’t taken pictures of the woad-dyed silk yet . . .

However, I do have pictures of What I Did on My Weekend, which in this case was going to the Gibsons Landing Fibre Arts Festival.  Dad, Sister, Boyfriend and I hopped on the ferry Saturday morning to spend the day immersed in fibre-y goodness.  Here’s a view of the harbour, for a taste of our surroundings:

GibsonsNot a bad place to spend the day, eh?

First we wandered around the town a bit, and the booths that were set up along the main road.

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Spinning Guild

Booths and harbour

ViolinsI’m afraid I didn’t take many pictures, but it’s a neat little town.  They had musicians rotating all day, most of which were pretty good.

Boyfriend and I had lost Dad and Sister some time in our wanderings, so we decided to walk up to the high school where the classes and Merchant Mall were.  There was a shuttle bus, but we’d just missed it and didn’t feel like waiting.  I knew approximately where it was because I’d been there two years ago, and it wasn’t too far in my memory.  I was . . . kind of right.  The actual distance was not far, maybe eight blocks.  But the part that you don’t notice when you’re a passenger in somebody else’s car is that the road is basically vertical.  I tried to take a picture to convey just how steep it was, but I’m not sure it turned out too well:

Down StreetThis was from about three-quarters of the way up.  We walked basically from sea level all the way up, plus another two blocks that I would have considered uphill if we hadn’t just climbed Mount Everest.

Anyways, after a rest and some lunch, reunited with Dad and Sister, it was time to hit the merchant mall.  Yay!

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This is the booth of the woman that I got my spinning wheel from.  She has some great books, and lots of unusual fibres and blends.

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I love the take-out containers full of roving!

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Mmmmm, silk . . .

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The colours!  I need to do more weaving.

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Some awesome handspun on the right, there.  This is the booth that was there two years ago that had a Louet Victoria on display.  Without them, I never would have gotten my lovely wheel!

Yeah, there were a couple of good things . . .

What with tuition looming and all, I only bought one package each of three fibres that I hadn’t tried before (cotton, hemp, and silk hankies) and some lace bobbins.  The one time I tried doing bobbin lace I liked it, but I was using popsicle sticks weighted down with masking tape.  I’m sure you can imagine how easy that was!  And I got an early Christmas present, too – The Intentional Spinner, which I have been coveting for months since I first heard about it.

After that, there was nothing else to do but wander back down the hill for ice cream before catching our ride back to the ferry.  All in all, it was a lovely day.

So far today I have tried spinning the cotton and the hemp, which I may or may not post more about some time in the future before something cooler comes along and I write about it instead.