Textiles on a Journey

Scotland is the country of cold winds, I realized this very soon and started feeling cold, then, when the sun came out, I got out of my jacket hastily. We were walking for hours to see all the fascinating places in Edinburgh, so we got warm again, then back into freezing shadows -- constant changes, I guess this is what they call a stimulating climate. At night I had the problem of my cover being way too warm.

This became my sleeping cover

Naturally I felt attracted by shops with wool things in their display. One of them is more a museum than a shop, it is a workshop with sales departments, the weaving mill. I found a beautiful rug, containing 70% wool, for 20 GBP, approx. 27$. The wool is mostly from Australia or Eastern Europe.
In this museum, you could see tartan weaving looms at work, have your ancestor research being made and your coat of arms embroidered if you wish...

Bone tools from
2000 years ago

Then, there is another museum in Edinburgh that I could have spent days and days in. It is the National Museum of Scotland on Chamber Street, just a few walking minutes away from the Royal Mile. It is a wonderful modern building, more built around the expositions than expositions having been put into it. It has many lovely perspectives inside, and you don't get lost because all the rooms have different shapes, so you know exactly: "now I'm in the tower part" or wherever.

A collection of scraps from
early 20th century
(something for Jude!)

In the early history part, you can see stone and bone tools for weaving and sewing (among all the other crafts). There are also things from the 19th and 20th century: Fabric printing patterns like this paisley and red "Turkish" samples; looms, wheels and very refined knitting.
I just mentioned the textile things. But there is so much more. The whole of the museum is so full of issues related to Scotland and its history. I was deeply impressed by the Pictic stone carvings and the skills of early craftsmen and -women.

Back home, I realized how much I got trained by climate and walking. I'm in the shape of my life, and I miss the clear, windy climate of Scotland. It is so much healthier than what we have here. Scotland, we'll be back some other time!

Weaving on

Oh, my God, what was I thinking, I burdened the minds of my readers with sad stories from more than half a century ago. Okay, now let's have some bright colours.
I'm trying hard to finish it until Christmas Eve, because, as you may know, we have a boxing night, not a boxing day; it is the evening of Dec 24th.
Yet it is unclear whether we're going to Stade as planned. My poor mother in law has a cold now, and we better renounce on closer contact, but before all: Visitors mean more stress to a mother than she would ever admit, and even if we offer help, we cannot do all the work she will have in advance. So our visit is probably postponed.
Obviously we won't have a white Christmas, and we aren't keen on it. I just saw the news from the northern United States and how the storm keeps people in the airports over night. No, this is not what we want. I hope they will reach their destiny in time and be united with their dear ones!

A boring view

Short days: At 3 pm the light starts fading and is gone until 4 pm. Now, we have a little sunshine, very low. My little prayer flags are hardly moving. A faint sun is shining through a veil of clouds.
Now I want to get back to my work. The little rug for my mother in law has to be finished until Christmas.

The 3-D-effect is quite visible, although I don't do anything on purpose. It just happens.
Hope she will like it.
"No, she won't", said my man, deadpan face.