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a trip to knitting heaven

Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

Friday arrived so David and I drove down to Struan Farm.

Fall colours were everywhere.

It looks like middle earth in this part of the country, and coincidentally, they were filming Peter Jackson’s Hobbit in the vicinity recently.

Here’s how Struan Farm looked when we arrived late on an autumn afternoon.

 

I think it’s agreed that we all love sheep. During the weekend I learned some important facts about them that escaped me back in childhood when I was tending to Bunty, my pet lamb.

Romney sheep (which these are) can have difficulty giving birth so may need help. I mention this because all the sheep you see here are pregnant, mostly with twins. Note to self: return to Struan Farm soon after lambing has occurred.

Sheep are perfectly fine with posing when you’re at a distance, but come closer and they’re off at a gallop, or maybe it’s just me. They obviously didn’t get the memo that I don’t eat lamb. [I tried for an evening to upload a video here – wordpress, I’ve had it with you – to no avail so you can click here to see those sheeple skedaddling]

Struan farm is a beautiful place set amongst rolling hills.  We stayed in the cottage, which is charming and cozy, perched on a knoll with acres of green to be seen out of every window. Little touches of Karen’s thoughtfulness are everywhere:

Candles made with vintage creamers on the bathroom window ledge

 

 She has decorated the homestead with knitting memorabilia.

Karen plans to host knitting retreats in future. Watch this space.

There was great relief on Saturday when we woke to sunshine.

Clifford the family dog, watching the proceedings from his temporary exile.

Just a few of the 75 knitters and fibre artists who attended.

Please remind me to try for the elegance displayed by this woman in her poncho

 You can take your spinning anywhere

I wish I’d had time to learn everyone’s name

On the left is Julie, of the Riverdale Alpaca Stud and Fibre Mill.

Do not be fabulous in red high-heeled Mary Janes (with shorts and tights) and expect to avoid my camera

Karen and John, our gracious hosts

 

An important part of the feast: cup cakes decorated with yarn balls

Inside the homestead

My friend Marian looking positively Bloomsbury with her sharp bob and black stockings

 

 Hand made everywhere. Who said sheep have to grow wool?

In the cottage bathroom, there was a picture on the wall with a quote from Mae West: “when in doubt, take a bath”.

I’d like to add to that: when in doubt, paint your front door black. It’s always elegant.

 

This was the most beautiful book event I’ve ever attended, and it was for my own book! A big thank you to Karen and to all the lovely people who joined us.

Karen and the caterers relaxing after the knitters had left.

David is ready for his next trip to middle earth, with or without a crowd of knitters. He didn’t want to leave.

out on loan

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

Neither a borrower nor a lender be;

For loan oft loses both itself and friend,

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Polonius, in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

and so said my father, often, ‘tho no scholar of Shakespeare he.

After he and Daphne finally paid off their modest mortgage he revised it to “there’s no better feeling than waking up in the morning knowing you don’t owe anything to anyone.”

That was the old way, to save up for something  you wanted or put it on lay-by until you’d paid it off.

As a teenager I used to buy my yarn ball by ball on layaway at the wool shop in town. You had three months to pick it up. It meant that I could afford to knit with lovely quality wool and I learned to finish my projects in a timely fashion! Thank you, Ballantynes of Christchurch.

In case anyone wants to take advantage of it, (some have already, even a customer in the USA) I instituted this policy on South Seas Knitting. You can pay as you knit.

Knitting needles are like books when it comes to borrowing and lending. Best not to. A few months ago I started making a list of needles I’d lent to friends, but the problem with a list is that I forget where I wrote it.
A set of long, thin metal circulars were missing last week, just when I needed them for a crucial stage in the finishing of my new cardigan. I’d lent them out and taken note . . . . . . somewhere. Thankfully, the borrower remembered.
They arrived back shortly thereafter, accompanied by these lovely yellow roses.

If you’d like to make a doily for your vase of flowers, there’s no better book than Mary Thomas’s Book of Knitting Patterns. She covers doilies of all shapes, plain and lace. You can make them in any yarn, on any size needle, and the possibilities for expressing your creativity are endless. Best of all, you can use bits and bobs from your stash.
My doily is made with hemp, on 4mm needles.

things I love about the Islands

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

 

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The Islands. That’s what we call them, the soft and seductive places in the Pacific that we New Zealanders can go to as easily as Californians visit Mexico or Europeans visit the Mediterranean.

If you catch the night flight and sleep all the way there, you’ll know when you’ve arrived because there will be flowers around your neck and in every corner of your room.

pink-flowers

 

David and I have just sent 8 days in Rarotonga, the main island in the Cooks, which is the same distance south of the equator as Hawaii is north, and has a similar climate.It is roughly circular and volcanic, small enough that you can drive around it in an hour. But drive we did not. There’s a bus service, with two choices of route, clockwise or anti. Here’s the bus stop. You get the idea. It’s no hardship to wait, even when the bus comes once per hour.

 

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Mostly we walked and rode bicycles and admired the fauna. It’s the winter and although the flowers are not quite as abundant as in summer (but that’s also cyclone season, so beauty has its price) the greenery is fascinating. I did not stop to investigate any species names, but fell in love with the leaves of this picot edged shrub

 

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and this elegant stag horn fern

 

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One day we rode around the ancient coral road (built 1500 years ago), which circles the island not far inland from the coast road, at the foot of the dramatic volcanic interior.This seemed to be the real Rarotonga, with taro fields and paw paw patches like this one

 

pawpawpatch

 

In the main township of Avarua, David patiently held my bike outside several shops selling island crafts, while I searched for what I’d been anticipating for months: a glimpse of Tivaevae. Also spelled Tivaivai or, in Tahiti, Tifaifai, they are hand sewn bed covers common to Hawaii, French Polynesia and the Cook Islands.

Gold was struck out the back of one shop that I had the good fortune to enter just as the owner was unveiling this stunning specimen for two women who seemed none too keen to share the experience with me, perhaps because they’d had to do some fast talking to get as far as this.

 

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It is one of several made by a very elderly lady and left in the care of the shop owner who has stored them behind glass and is reluctant to take them out.  Although they’re for sale, I felt like a gauche papa’a (foreigner, meaning, literally, 4 layers of clothing, from missionary times) asking the price. Most tivaevae are made for family members and are not for sale. Here is the beckoning glass case

 

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The origins of tivaevea date back to the early 1800’s and the arrival of the missionaries who brought with them cotton fabric that would gradually replace the indigenous bark tapa cloth as the main source of clothing material. But the women of the Islands took the sewing skills and developed a style entirely their own. You see a few pieced patchwork quilts, but mainly the tivaevae are bursts of colour in abstract floral patterns, one color appliquéd onto a background. 

Having decided not to trouble the custodian of the glass case any further, I resolved to look for someone who might be able to show me how to make my own. This seemed to be in keeping with the spirit of the craft.

At Punanganui market, a collection of huts and stalls which is mostly quiet on weekdays but bustling on Saturdays with locals and tourists buying produce and crafts, we found two beautiful women from Penrhyn Island (the northernmost of the Cooks, a four hour flight from Rarotonga and with a population of only 600!)  famous for its traditional weaving. Who could resist these exquisite fans? 

 

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Across the way was a promising sign: a tivaevae in the making

 

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It turned out to be a work in progress of  friendly, ebullient Ina Bishop, who, after very little coaxing, offered to show me how to cut and embroider my own if I returned the following Tuesday. Assisting Ina was Iselin Bing, a knitter from Norway (are you on ravelry? she asked) who has been in Rarotonga since January researching tivaevae for her anthropology thesis. She has made her own gorgeous tivaevae which, she says, will go into her “glory box” when she returns home soon.

 

iselin

 

So back I trotted on Tuesday morning to find Ina in full flight, teaching several women, two Australians and one Aucklander (below) who had bought hers already cut and was going to embroider it herself. Clever her, skipping the scary bit.

 

aucklander

 

This is Ina’s way: your background and top layer must be exactly the same size. Sheeting fabric is often used but you can piece together strips for whatever size you want. The top layer, from which you will cut your pattern, is folded into four, the design drawn on one quarter, emanating from the center. Here is Ina cutting the top layer of a baby tivaevae.

 

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I think I’ll have to make a paper template first when I try this, but Ina is so skilled she just drew freehand and launched into the cutting. Here’s the design unfolded.

 

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unfolded

 

The next step is to sew the top layer to the base, around the four edges, then turn it out so the you have the edge of your tivaevae completed before the next step of basting the cut design onto the background. For this you can use very large stitches, just secure enough to hold the design in place while you embroider. 

 

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Ina turns the edge as she embroiders. She makes it look easy as she expertly slides the needle along the cut fabric to turn it under. Novices like me might want to turn and blind stitch it first before we attempt the embroidery for which she uses a twisted blanket stitch. It gives a slightly scalloped effect to the appliqué. For a first attempt my stitching wasn’t too bad (Ina is kind and diplomatic) but I’ll need to practise on a pillow before I attempt anything larger. Note that I am not displaying my efforts.

Here is a tivaevae that has been blind stitched all over, and is now being given an overlay of embroidery.

 

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After my couple of hours with Ina I felt that I had a basic idea of how to proceed on my own, so I set of for the fabric shop to buy a few pieces of cotton fabric and cycled back to our digs a happy woman.

Somewhere en route the idea of using tivaevae motifs to knit bright summer pillows took hold. Knitting is never far from my thoughts. I’ll be investigating this further.

It’s hard to leave Rarotonga, gentle island. You always wonder if there’s a way you could rearrange your life to live there. 

David, reading my mind, saw this empty stall at the market and wondered if it could be the new home of South Seas Knitting?

 

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Thank you  for sharing, Ina! I will send your fabric cutter soon!

–Mel