We visited Ivan's family in the North East and a good time was had by all. We ate, drank, played in the snow, walked dogs, visited family and friends, went skiing, took photographs and even talked weaving with his aunt who I have to blame for getting me into weaving in the first place. Happily, I might add.
Very early on new year's eve we took Ivan's sister who is studying photography at college to Hartlepool where there is a disused cement works by the beach. It's a very strange and eerie setting but great for photography and she got lots of great shots. I don't have a camera, I just use my mobile so my pics are very amateurish in comparison but here are a select few.
The scale is vast and everything is falling down and decaying, the atmosphere is so surreal with an eerie sense of danger but it's peaceful at the same time.
Anyway, back to there here and now. Ivan's aunt gave me some spare cottolin to weave with and old copies of Handwoven, Selvedge and the Journal so I've been leafing through those at any spare moment.
Plus we brought home my warping board - yipee! Looking forward to getting that on the go again especially as my mum asked for a scarf for her birthday next week. The challenge is that she has asked for me to incorporate black into it and I'm slightly struggling with colours at the moment. Hopefully the new magazines will present me with some inspiration!