Sunday, August 24, 2008
You can tell I'm busy when the length between posts increases. I'm trying hard to not panic. I have seven stores due in 2 weeks, plus the etsy orders keep coming. I keep trying to remind myself that this a good problem to have. I work constantly. Anywhere I go I bring ribbon with me to sew flowers. I have one woman who is helping me and she is amazing, but I could seriously use more help even if it's just for cutting hang tags. As you can see in the photos, I am spending a lot of time making the same thing over and over again. Strangely, I enjoy this, but it gets pretty exciting when I get to change colours.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. We went to this wonderful farm museum called New Ross Farm where they recreate life on the farm in the 1800's. I had read that they were having a yellow birch hat making demonstration. There wasn't that much in it for Tony, but that's the kind of guy he is. Well, in actuality Tony really liked the old plows and the sampling of fresh churned butter and Dusty was quite taken with the pigs, cows and horses. I, however, didn't see any of this because I was braiding yellow birch sheens. It was incredible. First the log is soaked in a pond, river or bathtub, then the bark is stripped and then you go at it, whittling away with your knife. You have to get pretty well into the log before you start getting long enough strips for braiding and you can't cheat by sawing into it first. For some reason it won't work. Then you soak the strips and start braiding.
I wish I could describe why this all makes me so happy. It's just so darn satisfying. The estimated time to complete a hat is 100 hours. Sure makes you appreciate all the unseen labour that goes into that made in China straw braid hat on your head. There is no machine that does this. One of the things that's so amazing is that you can't find a lot of interesting straw braids anymore. When the millinery trade was in it's hey day, there were all kinds of beautiful braids available, but what is mostly available now is raffia and artificial straw and the braiding is very standard. I would love to be able to recreate the braids of days gone by. Well, Tony's comment to me was, Oh Boy, Here's a whole new way to lose money. It's true I'm so attracted to things that have no connection to income. I guess it's the plight of every artist and craftsperson. How to find the balance between art and making a living.
So, Tony did go out this morning scavenging for yellow birch and he found it. I guess there will soon be birch logs in my bathtub.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
It's been just over three weeks since we arrived here in Nova Scotia. I'm still thrilled with the beauty and friendliness. Dusty continues to establish himself as a regular about town. He is particularly fond of the library these days. It's a great place. They have no overdue fines. They also gave Dusty a little prize for reading 5 books. Clearly, the size of the books was not an issue. It was a one inch plastic cheap made in china robotish figurine. Dusty believes he has won the lottery. He spent the entire afternoon building his spaceship and bed and floating him in the sink. In fact he is sleeping with him clutched in his little palm as I write. The dollar store has also become one of his favourite hangouts. Although in true canadian fashion it is more of a three dollar store. He may have burned out on the fisheries museum after his 14th consecutive visit. I think he also loves living in a neighbourhood where he can stand outside on the stoop and holler to passersby. He often will insist that they stop by to see his colouring pages which I have downloaded from the computer. He's really into starwars now, although he has never seen it, but he calls all the characters including Darth Vader heroes. It's a bit of a transition for him having to keep his underwear on, now that we have neighbours less than two acres away. I would call it a constant battle. It's amazing how many times you can get a kid dressed in the morning.
I, personally, have been trudging my way through reestablishing myself in a different country. One of the great things about Nova Scotia is that nothing happens quickly. One of the worst things about Nova Scotia is that nothing happens quickly. Although I love my local post office, it seems to take about 9 days for letters to arrive from the states. The forms one has t fill out when moving to a new place, not to mention new country, are endless. After being in the states for twenty years I have been surprised to discover that I basically don't exist. Well, I'm actually getting good at this form filing purgatory. So, the adventure continues and I will keep you posted.
Posted by hatjunkie at Wednesday, August 06, 2008