Wow! December 1st! The year has gone by quickly and there’s a part of me that is sorry to see it coming to an end. I’ve had a great year! I just returned from my last teaching trip for 2010 . . . and as much as I’m glad to be home for a few weeks, I know I’m going to miss being in the company of other weavers within the next week or so.
First stop was the Redwood Empire Handweavers Guild in northern California for the workshop “There’s Two Sides to Every Cloth” . . . It was a wonderful group of weavers . . . a terrific guild . . . and surprise, surprise! Ducky McHeger joined us to check out the workshop and learn a little about weaving . . . plus, Ducky helped me as a projectionist. You may be wondering “Who is Ducky McHeger?” Ducky is a very large rubber duckie that was kidnapped by “abducktors” and has been traveling around having adventure after adventure . . . Ducky has been posting his adventures on his own Facebook page. Hopefully, he’ll soon find his way home . . . but, in the meantime, he seems to be having a lot of fun.
After having a marvelous time with the Redwood Empire Handweavers Guild, I headed south to San Luis Obispo/Morrow Bay to do the workshop “Extreme Warp Makeover” for the Central Coast Weavers. The building the workshop was held in was a sight to see . . . It’s a straw barn (specifically, a rice straw barn). I’ve heard of structures like this, but don’t think I’ve ever seen one. The building is built with straw bales as a fundamental component of the walls. Below are a couple of pictures of the outside of the building and one of the “truth” window that shows what is within the walls. There are more pictures of the workshop while it was underway . . . plus, another image that shows just a few of the barn looms. It was an impressive collection and I was thrilled to see such a major effort going into the rescue and preservation of these looms.
With my teaching for 2010 coming to an end I got to witness one of nature’s most beautiful sunsets at Morrow Bay. Plato philosophized that nature was God’s art . . . standing there watching the colors change, I’d have to agree.