Var að birta grein eftir sjálfa mig á geitafiðusíðunni sem opnast hér .
Greinin heitir Að fara í geithús og leita sér fiðu; geitafiða, kembing og vinnsla.
Sama grein mun birtast í næsta tölublaði Bændablaðsins en þar áttu sér stað mistök og munu þeir birta þá útgáfu greinarinnar sem yfirlesarinn átti eftir að lesa yfir lokalestur. Þess vegna birti ég lokaútgáfuna á geitafiðusíðunni minni.
Í greininni fjalla ég um geitafiðuverkefnið mitt, verkfærið sem við notum til að kemba geitunum með (hér fyrir neðan), mælingar og möguleika í nýrri búskapargrein.
Lovely ice cold weather, -8°C and the sun crept above the horizon around noon. Very little snow indeed but we went skiing.
Yndislegt ískalt mínús átta gráðu veður og sólin reis yfir sjóndeildarhringinn um hádegisleiti. Lítill snjór en við skíðuðum samt.
I was corrected, my English was corrected It is Reflector in English but still Reflex in Swedish. People keep correcting my language skills all the time, when I speak Icelandic, Swedish, Finnish, English or German. I am aware that I don't speak any of these languages perfectly. But...I am also aware of that the people that correct me also speak languages that do need correcting. But I don't correct them. The reason is that I have asked people to correct my writing when needed. A friend reacted on what I wrote here and said I should be grateful and not seem hurt. Of course I am grateful when people bother to read what I write but it is sometimes a bugger when it needs correcting. But it can't be all that bad I am still writing this blogg. (And I did that on purpose) . Why do I write this blogg at all?
The answer will be blogged another day.
Am I right or am I wrong?
I took a picture of one of the Heijastin inside the house. So you can better see the craftsmanship. The cord is also handmade by myself. All the material is upcycled or something that I found or have obtained without buying it apart from the wonderful Reflective Material. I buy that for good money. Actually the red thread that I embroidered with I inherited from my Finnish grandmother 1973. This was the last bit of that inheritance made into something nice and useful. It is sewn on black velvet that somebody threw in a bag and thought I could weave from. But velvet is rather useless to weave ragrugs with.
SomI have been toiling away making these reflectors and finally took them out for photography session. put on a head lamp and did these shots. Will do better pics later when I have pondered the problem that I will not utter a word about.
I think everybody should wear some kind of reflectors when they are out and about in the darkness where there are cars about. People tend to think that they are great and mighty but they are still invisible. Can be fine not to be seen e.g. if you are a burglar but if you are the average person who likes to be healthy and alive it is very wise to wear a reflector in the dark so you don't get hit by a car driven by another person .
My reflectors or endurskinsmerki in Icelandic and heijastin in Finnish are embroidered and soft and wonderful and VISIBLE.
The lucky ones will be presented with one for yul and the the others can purchase them from me. Each one is hand embroidered and exclusive.
Somebody who is serious in the reflector business is Alice Olivia Clark from Canada but living in Iceland . She runs Tíra Radiant Accessoires
We actually exchanged reflectors a year ago when we met at the Handverk &Hönnun Craft and Design fair in Reykjavik 2014
Winter has truly arrived to Iceland. It started gradually this year and with a bang last Friday when very unusual weather was in Reykjavik: no wind and and constant snowfall and the ground was covered with 20 cm even snow in the morning when everybody woke up. But they managed to clear the streets and paths in time and I went bicycling to work as usual .When we woke up on Saturday morning there was 20 cm snow covering the ground and every surface again. Both days I took my shovel out and cleared my parking space and walking space to the house. It would be very embarrassing to get stuck in the snow on one's own steps. Better be stuck with the car somewhere else or fall riding the bike and have somebody else to blame!! :)
I have had around 25 red winged thrushes, 5 black birds and 30 starlings in the garden as dinner guests on my bird feeding platforms.
Vetur er sannarlega genginn í garð. Ég er búin að moka bílastæðið og stéttina heim að húsi tvisvar. Það væri sérlega neyðarlegt að festa bílinn á eigin stæði eða detta á hjólinu þar. Betra að festa sig og detta annars staðar og geta kennt öðrum um !! :)
Ég er með um 25 skógarþresti, 5 svartþresti og 30 stara í mat á fóðurbrettunum mínum alla daga. Jarðbönn eru alls staðar.
Weaving the long piece that finally has come out of the loom. But it is not just about weaving. I have to plan the work and then solve the problems of creating as they emerge out of the creating. Then when it is ready I plait the ends and that alone takes about a day. And finally I lay down the long piece on my newly scoured floor. Oh what joy and I have a dram to celebrate the moment.!
Að vefa langa verkið sem er loksins komið úr vefstólnum. En þetta snýst ekki bara um að vefa. Ég þarf að skipuleggja verkið og svo leysa úr ýmsum vanda þegar hann kemur upp í sköpuninni. Svo þegar vefnaður er kominn að enda þarf að ganga frá endunum og það tekur um einn dag. Loksinn legg ég hið langa verk á nýskúrað gólfið. Þvílík gleði og það verður einn snafs til að halda upp á stundina.
Out for a hike to seek inspiration. Went with Hélène Magnússon the knit designer who is a french lady living in Iceland. This time it was a three hour hike including a waterfall, fording a river and climbing a mountain. Not the tallest or deepest ones but a place where you can be with nature and be filled with inspiration.
I göngu að leita andargiftar. Fór með Hélène Magnússon prjónahönnuði sem er frönsk kona sem að býr á Íslandi. Í þetta sinn tók gangan þrjá tíma og hún innihélt foss, vað yfir á og fjallgöngu. Hvorki hæsta, dýpsta né lengsta en staður þar sem maður fyllist andargift.
Anna María Lind, MA Textile Art from Winchester School of Art.