Do you remember I told you I was going to a 'Baskets From Nature's Colourful Materials' workshop, demonstrated by Pat Atkins, on Friday night. I went to The Stratford Upon Avon Guild of Weavers Spinners and Dyers with my Blog Buddy Claire from 'Simply . . . Life' and my Mom. I am so pleased with how this basket turned out. The even weave and the even shape.
This is all made with natural materials collected from the hedgerows.
The colours of the different wood, shows through in the even weave.
Ok, ok I am telling you an untruth. . . . my brother bought me this basket about ten years ago, from a group of Travellers. The wood was still green when he gave it to me and it has lasted over the years and I love it. I thought I would pop along to guild and within minutes be churning out a basket just like this. Ahem well the reality was somewhat different to that! This basketry malarkey aint easy. It felt like a physical workout to me and let me tell you there was much huffing and puffing from my direction.
I managed to achieve this:
You can call it a basket of sorts, which I am relieved about, because for the first hour I thought I was going to make a large woven platter.
The bases were actually made for us, it was down to us tospoil make the rest of it.
First we selected and inserted the 'uprights'. Much much easier said than done. This was where the huffing and puffing came in!
Then you needed to weave and twist strips/twigs around the uprights and hug and squeeze your 'basket' in to shape. More huffing and puffing.
My spatial awareness isn't great and I nearly poked three separate peoples eye out, I nearly poked my own eye out twice and my Mom was very patient with me as I had to keep saying 'oops sorry' as my uprights jabbed her in her arm, back and head numerous times as I tried to get my 'basket' to behave itself. I admit I prodded her a few times with my uprights on purpose, purely for my own amusement! I may have been motivated by jealousy as Mom's basket was turning out much better than mine!
I was very disappointed with my photographs they have mostly turned out blurred. This is Claire's basket. She seemed to work quickly and quietly without causing too much trouble.
Claire used Willow from her Mom's garden, it looked very pretty.
Collectively the group had some very pleasing results to which my camera/photography skills did not do justice. I do have ambitions to give this craft another go as I love the rustic looking results. Collecting the materials was fun too.
Today is Mother's Day here in the UK. I appear to have two willing servants for the day. I have just had a bath run for me. Then we will have Sunday Lunch. I am hoping to visit my Mom and take her some small gifts as a gesture to make up for all the trouble I cause her and get her in to during the rest of the year. We are like Laurel and Hardy:
This is all made with natural materials collected from the hedgerows.
The colours of the different wood, shows through in the even weave.
Ok, ok I am telling you an untruth. . . . my brother bought me this basket about ten years ago, from a group of Travellers. The wood was still green when he gave it to me and it has lasted over the years and I love it. I thought I would pop along to guild and within minutes be churning out a basket just like this. Ahem well the reality was somewhat different to that! This basketry malarkey aint easy. It felt like a physical workout to me and let me tell you there was much huffing and puffing from my direction.
I managed to achieve this:
You can call it a basket of sorts, which I am relieved about, because for the first hour I thought I was going to make a large woven platter.
The bases were actually made for us, it was down to us to
First we selected and inserted the 'uprights'. Much much easier said than done. This was where the huffing and puffing came in!
Then you needed to weave and twist strips/twigs around the uprights and hug and squeeze your 'basket' in to shape. More huffing and puffing.
My spatial awareness isn't great and I nearly poked three separate peoples eye out, I nearly poked my own eye out twice and my Mom was very patient with me as I had to keep saying 'oops sorry' as my uprights jabbed her in her arm, back and head numerous times as I tried to get my 'basket' to behave itself. I admit I prodded her a few times with my uprights on purpose, purely for my own amusement! I may have been motivated by jealousy as Mom's basket was turning out much better than mine!
I was very disappointed with my photographs they have mostly turned out blurred. This is Claire's basket. She seemed to work quickly and quietly without causing too much trouble.
Claire used Willow from her Mom's garden, it looked very pretty.
Collectively the group had some very pleasing results to which my camera/photography skills did not do justice. I do have ambitions to give this craft another go as I love the rustic looking results. Collecting the materials was fun too.
Today is Mother's Day here in the UK. I appear to have two willing servants for the day. I have just had a bath run for me. Then we will have Sunday Lunch. I am hoping to visit my Mom and take her some small gifts as a gesture to make up for all the trouble I cause her and get her in to during the rest of the year. We are like Laurel and Hardy:
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