Double Binding Rag Rugs&Butternut
That is not an error running through the middle blocks. Interesting how that shows up.
This is a fascinating technique. I used very narrow strips, 1/2" or a bit less. Depending on the treadle pushed one color or the other is dominant on one side or the other. As with my past few rugs, they are thinner, mat-like more than rug-like. I've been reading several English reading Swedish rug books and all call for narrower strips than what I am accustomed to using. However, when reading the poundage of weft called for in their patterns, my rugs don't weigh close to what they call for. One of these days I'm going to follow one of their patterns to the letter and see what is going on. Or not. As the case may be.
This is Butternut....she is named after the creek that runs through the farm. She followed the flock across the creek the other day, and as they do at least once a day. She must have slipped and got carried by the current down stream, then snagged by a branch. Bob found her half frozen, unable to walk. He dragged her to shore and brought her back to the house in the bucket of the skid steer (spell check insists this is two words. I'm not so sure.). I dried her off the best I could and took a very old, very valuable Hudson Bay blanket and covered her up and rubbed her down until my arms ached. A few hours later she stood up. Many lambs and kids live inside this time of year, but never a yearling.
This is a fascinating technique. I used very narrow strips, 1/2" or a bit less. Depending on the treadle pushed one color or the other is dominant on one side or the other. As with my past few rugs, they are thinner, mat-like more than rug-like. I've been reading several English reading Swedish rug books and all call for narrower strips than what I am accustomed to using. However, when reading the poundage of weft called for in their patterns, my rugs don't weigh close to what they call for. One of these days I'm going to follow one of their patterns to the letter and see what is going on. Or not. As the case may be.
This is Butternut....she is named after the creek that runs through the farm. She followed the flock across the creek the other day, and as they do at least once a day. She must have slipped and got carried by the current down stream, then snagged by a branch. Bob found her half frozen, unable to walk. He dragged her to shore and brought her back to the house in the bucket of the skid steer (spell check insists this is two words. I'm not so sure.). I dried her off the best I could and took a very old, very valuable Hudson Bay blanket and covered her up and rubbed her down until my arms ached. A few hours later she stood up. Many lambs and kids live inside this time of year, but never a yearling.
4 Comments:
Butternut looks too innocent for such an adventure! Glad she's safe.
Your rugs are beautiful.
Oh, you sound so like James Herriot. I'm listening to the third in his quartet of books. My mother and I read them years ago but it's been quite lovely to hear the stories brought to life by Christoper Timothy, the reader. Since we don't have water, our sheep will never have such an experience.
Hey Marie. I tagged you for a photo meme - it's a rather fun one.
Poor Butternut. I'm with Beadlizard on the too innocent looking to get into so much trouble.
Now I would really start to worry if the rest of the flock gets the idea that a dunk in the water means a free trip to the house with a nice massage too boot!
I have to go back and read a few of your recent posts, I think a rag rug for my mom is in order!
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