Raw drizzly day – going through things in my studio and came across these sketches I did when we were in Ireland. I remember exploring with a roughly textured paper and a bamboo reed pen.
This is the archive for the ‘Ireland’ Category
I finally finished the small bag of fleece I bought in Ireland. It is from a Manx Loghon sheep which is a rare breed with four horns. The bag described it as “fine russet wool, some kemps, short staple”. This is the natural color when the darker and lighter bits were hand carded. I spun it fairly tight allowing the lumps and bumps to remain and love the energy that resulted.
Manx Loghon wool being spun and finished skein
When we were in Ireland this summer I bought a pare of mitts – sort of like gloves without fingers. They are of very soft wool and have become one of my favorite things!
Even if the room is comfortable – well comfortable with a sweater, or comfortable if you are moving around, the desk where I have my computer keyboard is still pretty chilly. I spend hours at the computer and my wrists get cold. But not with my Irish Mitts.
The tag reeds: “Fsherman – out of Ireland” with the she in red – I guess Irish women get cold wrists too – I’m part Irish-perhaps that’s where I get them (cold wrists)!
What ever the reason, I love my Irish Mitts!
I bought a small packet of wool fleece when I was in Ireland. It was the last one they had, very short staple, full of peat and second cuts but I wanted some so I bought it. I like spinning in the grease so I tried it with this but it was a disaster—I thought the grease would help hold the short staples as I spun but no. . .it didn’t. I must admit I haven’t spun much for a number of years and have begun again. I find it meditative—cheaper than therapy.
So, I washed it a few weeks ago and started carding it yesterday. Today I started spinning and it’s working. I’m going slower than usual and putting more twist into it. Not going to win any prizes with this but I’m happy to be spinning a little bit of Ireland. (I mentioned getting the wool in my post August 18, 2010. It’s from a Manx Loaghtan sheep.
Sketching at Downpartick Head
People have asked why there aren’t any pictures of me – well, because I took the other pictures. So . . . Here’s a picture Bob took of me, sketching, one of my favorite times on our trip! Downpatrick Head is the name of this place. I’m sitting at the end the long piece of land seen in the distance in the image below. We could see it from our window.
View from our window in the morning of our last day!
Up early, packed and said good by to our cottage.
On the road to Sligo to see more early history. This time Megalith tombs dating from 3500-3000 BC at the Megalithic Cemetery of Carrowmore.
Megalithic tombs at Carrowmore, Sligo Ireland
We had seen very similar tombs in Portugal several years ago. I don’t often think of stone age peoples having such long distance connections.
What amazes me is that these were not buried under bog blanket but rather have been standing around in someone’s farm land all this time.
After a sunny/rainy morning there we drove to the airport. I had hoped to be able to visit the Hills of Tara and Newgrange but they will have to wait for another visit.
So, here we are in the Carlton Hotel in the Dublin Airport with a 6:00 wake up call!