Last week I spent a few days with a dear friend in a place that felt like a fairytale. We saw houses covered in dragon scales and a medieval dyer stirring a weld dyepot over the fire. We walked on a bridge where people lock their hearts together and throw the key in the Rhine. She also introduced me to spinning on her beautiful vintage wheel. Needless to say now I wish I had one of my own.
Since coming home I've been getting back into the swing of making. I'm smocking the garden-dyed silk I prepared before and a small collection is emerging. Its colours are of late summer, drying grass and ripening blackberries. More on that next time.