Stephenie is a great teacher; her serenity and patience kept students relaxed and able to concentrate on a technique that was completely new to a lot of us.
Here she is demonstrating how to check that the warp is set up correctly at the start of the piece.
I did get my bag completely spranged and did the crocheted center line, and stitched up the sides, so I consider my workshop product a success. I still need to figure out what to do with the top edge and a handle or draw cord.
Stephenie also described how to soften up the hemp after the bag is completed, by boiling it in water with laundry soap and some washing soda.
CNCH puts on a good regional conference. Here's a photo of the spinning exhibit, one of the seven exhibits in the big hall along with all the vendors. The skeins in the background on the right of the photo are all spun from a fiber supply given to each participant. The pieces in the foreground are items made from last year's spun yarn. You can see how much more muted the results are from this year's palette.
Northern California has such a different feel from the southern half of the state for me. There's something older and more mysterious, as if the remnants of fairies still inhabit the earth there, or the spirits of the Indians who first came there. Maybe it's just that I spent my childhood in Northern California, so there's more play and imagination associated with the area. Point Reyes, Half Moon Bay... there's magic in those hills and waters.
There was an eclipse as I was waiting for my plane to return home. Even with the news media trying their darndest to educate people, they don't seem to get through. I point to the ground outside the window, and people ignore me and look into the sky, saying "oh, I see...man, that's bright!" Why don't people realize that to see it you need to look not at the light, but at the shadow it casts to see its essence and shape? I'm sure there's something metaphorical in there.