Friday, 17 July 2009

HIGHBROW CREATIVITY.


The staff at Tatty Devine are so creative, that we are constantly raising one eyebrow to them. Except we are not, because we can't actually raise one eyebrow. So thank you Amy Tatty for showing us how to do it with a little bit of wool.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

USING ODD PINS.

Odd knitting needles can be useful for all sorts of things. They have given new life to this poorly, weathered bicycle basket.
If you have used a knitting needle for something other than knitting, do send us a photo! We'd love to see.

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

CROOK UPDATE!

This story relates to a post written below, about a shepherd's crook which came into my possession, and which I feel I must return to from where it came.

Carved in sheep horn, the crook says 'W.J.Brown' on one side of the handle, and 'Langleeford' on the other. I wrote a letter to W.J. Brown in Langleeford, a very remote place in Northumbria,  to ensure we could make contact and show him a photograph of the crook.

This evening I received a telephone call from a Mr. Walter Brown of Langleeford, son of W. J. Brown who died in 1978.  Walter has lived at Langleeford all his life and has no idea how his father's crook came to be in Cumbria, where I discovered it.

Walter remembers his father carving the crook, and his mother is now 91 years old and will remember it too. Walter said he'd had a busy day working with lambs and clipping, and my letter took a while to digest.

I will be visiting Walter and his mother sometime soon, to give the crook back. 
Walter said he thought I would like Langleeford because it was a very beautiful place. 

DAME VIVIENNE WESTWOOD WITH JONATHAN ROSS

Monday, 13 July 2009

JOHNNY AND MARY - ROBERT PALMER.

The thing is, that while everything is recessed, however sad existence is, there is melancholic pop, where we can make clothes and imagine we are wearing them, dancing on podiums with Robert Palmer, feeling beautiful. Well I will be anyway.

Friday, 10 July 2009

GUARDIAN COMMENT.

Yesterday's Guardian readers are going wild over Libby Brooks's column about new resurgence in craft, which features Prick Your Finger.  Libby reports on a new collection of essays from the think tank Demos exploring the idea of 'Expressive Life". 
  Guardian readers have left some interesting comments. They complain that we've heard it all before, but PYF thinks we'd better hear it again! Guardian readers seem to think knitting is for posh Londoners, for an elite set or for people waging a class war. 
In our knitting shop we seem to meet knitters from every part of society, and all of them have one thing in common; they want to knit for love, practicality, and to impose charm and comfort on the world. 


STRAYED SHEEP.


I've recently become re-aquainted with William Holman Hunt's 'Our English Coasts' (strayed sheep). I think I studied it for A-level, but it seems more relevent now.
 It was painted at 'Lovers' seat' at Fairlight Glen near Hastings in Sussex, between mid August and December of 1852.   Hunt endured rain, wind and bitter cold to master this view, and somehow despite the changeable weather, captured an elaboratly real snippit of  an illuminated summer evening.  Sheep are grazing near a rocky slope on the coastline, some of them huddling together in the background with two having a snooze in the patchy grass. In the foreground a sheep has strayed further over the edge than the others and has got caught up in the brambles. Some sheep have come to follow the tangled sheep's example; perhaps the bramble leaves were tasty. The elaborate attention to detail was typical of the Pre-Raphaelite's idea of painting out doors to be truly faithful to nature before adding a dose of political and religious satire.
Standing on the edge of an exposed cliff, the sheep are vulnerable, and wandering into trouble. It is thought Hunt was intending to mock the political and religious leaders of the time, and felt the country was vunrable to foreign invasion and the church was going astray.  However there is no text to accompany the painting so it is open to interpretation. 
'Strayed Sheep' moved me after visiting Woolfest, followed by a BAFTA award winning film 'The Lie of the Land' by Molly Dineen. 
(You might know Molly better for her fabulous documentry about Gerri Halliwell when she captures an intimate moment of her talking whilst sitting on the loo.)  
'The Lie of the Land' started out as a documentry about the ban on fox hunting, but as Molly started to investigate problems in the countryside she uncovered a harsh reality that competitive prices of the supermarkets and cheap foreign imports are killing farming.  Not caring about the origin of the food we eat, and unwillingness to confront issues about life and death in the countryside, is causing a catastrophic disaster. I will try and get a copy of the film, and you can hear this interview with Molly Dineen on Woman's Hour two years ago.
Across the Lake District you can see empty fields with farms winding down.  Our yarn industry, primarily wool production has been dangling on thin thread for the last decade. Activist gatherings at Woolfest, Wonderwool Wales, Fibrefest, and little shops like PYF are nursing the industry back to health.  It's not an easy ride, but it is working.

Some farms burn fleeces because it costs more in petrol to drive the fleeces back to the Wool Marketing Board, for the money they receive.  Shearing, a skill we have nearly lost, is necessary, very expensive, and usually carried out by freelance Australians. The Yorkshire Post explains,
"The average for all wool sold to the British Wool Marketing Board has crept back up to 72.5p per kilo, after a very bad few years, and the cost of shearing is roughly 50p per kilo. In striking comparison, Wensleydale wool is fetching close to £2.39, straight off the sheep - more when procesed and more when the wool board is not acting as middleman."
 
A farmer must obtain a special licence to spin the wool of his/her own flock. One example is Sussex based Wendsleydale farmer Julia Desch.   She explains,
"If you take a hogget around 18 months old, it will have yielded 6kg of wool by that stage of it's life.  Its sheepskin will have a value of around £150, and surplus male hoggets can produce up to 30kg of boned - out meat with a retail value of around £7 a kilo." Julia Desch and Sheila Leech are making farming work, so it proves it can be done!

The last remaining British mills are subsided by European grants, which won't necessarily be renewed.  There are only a handful of mills left to choose from all of which are run by die hard individuals or couples.

Campaigning for farmer's rights to farm the land the way they were brought up to do, is difficult. The government does not deal with 'Agriculture' any more. The Department of Agriculture, Fisheries and Foods has become the Department for Environment, Food and 'Rural Affairs'.   

Yarn shops are coming back thanks to our hand knitting revival, but awareness of where yarn comes from is still limited.   Industrial knitwear is largely carried out abroad, and most of the yarns we use are farmed in Australia then spun in China.   British Textile and Fashion degree courses rarely encourage the study and development of yarn, and student's are rarely aware of a world shortage of wool with supplies at their lowest level for 50 years.  Wool consumers at Woofest and Prick Your Finger recognise wool's carbon footprint, and are changing the way they spend. This must surly trigger improved wool prices for farmers?

As Prince Charles pointed out in his 2009 Dimbleby lecture, nature is our biggest bank. If we over draw on her we've had it. 
"We must see that we are part of the Natural order rather than iscolated from it; to see that nature is, in fact, a profoundly beautiful world of complexity that operates according to an organic "grammar" of harmony and which is infused with an awareness of it's own being, making it anchored by consciousness. It is interconnected, interdependent function of creation with harmony existing between all things"

For hundreds of years, wool was one of our biggest industries.  That is why Britain has more breeds of sheep than anywhere else.  Our sheep breeding was designed so well, that we developed  the richest palate of colour and texture to make fabric for every type of garment or furnishing. Except we can't use it because it's dangling of the edge of a cliff, while we import wool which doesn't even smell like wool.

As Mahatma Gandhi pointed out whilst sitting at his spinning wheel one day, 
"The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world's problems."

Please all do something, even if it's just talking about it.
And visit and follow the links at the Small Shepherd's Club, and wear more British Wool this winter.