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June 2014

Hishizashi Patterns ~ No 406 - 417

Hishizashi Patterns No 406  - 417

The problems with my PC continue. I was able to recover all the files with the exception of my embroidery designs and I was up to No 417 with the Kogin patterns.  I am going to have to start again me thinks.  I did keep a hard copy of them all but now I have no digital ones.  

I have replaced the hard drive and when I reinstalled my drawing program, Easy Grapher, it wouldn't work.  I can now draw but the patterns only print using a thin line even though it is set to a thicker line and the thick line shows on the screen.  I have to reset the colours every time I draw where before this was automatic.  If I don't reset them the edit tools don't work at all.

I have been emailing the people who developed the program and swearing at the computer and I think I have it fixed.  See, all you have to do is be firm with those gremlins that live in the computer and the printer!

Download No 406 - 417


Tasmania - 4

So onto lunch.  We drove up the road to a cafe called "Petty Sessions", because this had been a court house in a past life.  Lovely big open fire to keep us warm, even thought the sun was shinning outside and a great menu.


I had been told they had a scallop pie that was pretty good so I ordered that.


This is what they look like when they come out of the oven. They are handmade with fresh local ingredients and are the most delicious pies packed full of the most delicious scallops in a mustard sauce.  I don't like mustard but these pies were so good there was nothing left.

I choose a local wine from the vineyard on the other side of the river from the cafe and that was beautiful.  What a surprise from a little cafe in the middle of nowhere.


The other surprise was when a yacht motored past..


towing a house with someone sitting on the back verandah!


We had wanted to take the scenic drive back around the coast but I did want to get to my two shops so we high tailed it up the highway to Wafu Works at Kingston Beach.  Now here is a treasure.  Antique Japanese fabrics, tools, papers etc plus a huge selection of books and modern fabrics all in a little unpretentious building.  I spent so much time there. The owner showed me some of her own collection.

The image on her home page is a applique of a wood cut but it isn't really an applique, nothing is sewn.

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The face, hands and feet are printed on fine silk and have then been cut out, mounted over a thicker card and padded.  The same process has been repeated for each of the pieces.  These have then been reassembled and stuck down onto a hand made thick paper.  These pieces all come from the Edo period 1615 - 1868.

The other thing I realised is that the chirimen crepe I have in my collection is not the same as the older chirimen.  Apparently the older type is bought up in Japan quickly especially for making dolls.  That explains a lot.  There is a lot to look at on her blog.

I was surprised at all the wood working and tools for making netsuke in the shop.  She said that a lot of the boat builders bought tools from her.

I purchased a selection of fabrics,  braid making supplies and some stencils.  I'm glad this shop isn't close by or I would have no money at all.

It is so nice to talk to someone with similar interests and the time just flew by.  We walked over the road to have a coffee in the cafe and found that we would have to sit outside all the seats inside were reserved. 


After talking to locals we heard a familiar story.  The developers from interstate had found Kingston Beach.  They had bought up property, raised the rents and the locals couldn't pay the increased rate.  The developers want them out so that they can knock the buildings down and start again.  I looked around me and saw a beautiful setting only 16 kilometres from Hobart.  This has happened up and down the coast of the mainland and now Tassie is the next target.


There isn't much here at the moment, just a close knit community and a beautiful beach.


The houses all sit around the ridges overlooking the beach.  I suppose that values will rise along with rents and that close knit community may be moved on.

After all the time I had spent in the shop I was worried that we wouldn't get to the next shop, 'A stitch in time.'

This is a small embroidery supplies shop that has two beautiful corgi dogs.  When you enter they roll on their backs to be scratched.  I don't think they are guard dogs.

Although the shop is small it is crammed packed with great things for embroiderers.  Threads, threads and more threads.  A great range of linens, books and patterns.  I bought threads by The Gentle Arts co but should have bought heaps more than I did I came home thinking I could buy them at my local store, but no.  So it looks as though they have gained an on-line customer.

We left the store at closing time and headed back to the B&B, a warm fire and pleasant company.  What a great day.

Tasmania - 3

The next day we set out to visit the boat builders down in the Huon Valley, via Mt. Wellington.  We left in the cool of the morning whilst the mists were still rising.


I decided that I had a good enough view from below the peak of the mountain, because this broken toe is still annoying me, and we headed off down a very twisting road into the Valley.  A beautiful drive, even if a bit scary when there were no guard rails and steep drops at the side of the road.  Old buildings studded the bush and the trees wrapped the whole place in their embrace.  Then we hit the highway again on the lower sections and it was back to reality.

We arrived at Franklin about 9:30am and the cold seeped into my bones.  Time to rug up even though the sun was up.  The boat building school was what my husband had wanted to see and I just tagged along but it turned out to be extremely interesting and there were lots of people to talk to and learn from.

The early settlers must have thought they had struck gold when they started using the wood of these trees.  Huon pine is the most amazing wood.  It is very dense, with the rings being less then 1mm for each years growth, beautiful to see and touch and very light and it has this amazing smell of wood oil through it. (The average age ot the trees is 1,000 years with others being 2,500 years +. ) The oil seals the wood and with its weight  and the fact that it doesn't rot, this makes it so good for building boats.  Thank goodness some one had the foresight to ban the cutting of any more trees so that this wasn't made extinct. 


The other wood I hadn't heard of was King Billy Pine.  This wood is almost as light as cork and is prized for making musical instruments.  There are a lot of other speciality timbers that are prized by woodworkers that originate in Tasmania.  The Federal Government had tired to have some of the forests that are listed as heritage areas by UNESCO rezoned for logging, they have been rejected thank goodness.  These trees are worth far more in the forests than they would be cut up and sold.

 There is something about people that sail boats.  A common link that overrides everything else.  Maybe it is the love of the sea and love of the boats that they sail on and those shared experiences.  This makes conversation easy and everyone is willing to share and learn from each other.  At the boat centre we met people from all over the world with this shared love.  There was a couple from Denmark who had sailed their ship, with their children, from the other side of the world.  It didn't look out of place.


There was a father and son from New Zealand who had come over to learn how to build a wooden boat.  The young man had never used tools before but was now quite accomplished.  They were putting the finishing touches to their dingy before shipping it back to N.Z.


We were accepted as part of the world wide sailing community and given open access to everything.


And all of this is in a beautiful, fairly isolated, river valley. Where the water is dyed with the tannin from the trees and reflects the sky like a mirror.


The old dog that belonged to one of the ship owners slept on the dock in the sun.

IMG_0182Water birds made amazing patterns in the water as they fished. The reflection of the clouds in the water made it look as though they were diving into the sky.


Bull rushes and tree ferns bordered the streams that fed into the river.



And out from the river bank wild black swans swam to see if we had anything to feed them.


I was told that the drake and his mate had just driven off the young they had raised.  I have never been this close to wild black swans before.


They are so majestic and beautiful.


And the colours in those feathers.


By this time it was the middle of the day.  So many experiences in such a short space of time had made me hungry and we headed back to the car to drive and find a place to eat.  We walked back through the small boats moored at the rivers edge,


And the old boats being restored in the building next to the school.


What a great morning.  We haven't even scratched the surface of this Valley.  It is somewere where we intend to return and really explore.


The difference colour makes

I saw this design over on Ravelry and thought "that is nice but not my style."  The pattern is called "Persian Dreams" by Jenise Reid.

Then I saw this image, of the same piece posted at Yayari, a Borboleta Serrana on Facebook and was blown away.  Who would think that a change of colour would make such a difference.

I am going to have to learn how to knit this.  There are 50 other people who have knitted the patterns so it can be done and as they are separate hexigons I can practise as I go along.  It takes over 8,000 yards of yarn for the full blanket but what a beautiful piece.