Wednesday, January 18, 2012

2nd visit at Harrisville and the butt end of the trip home!

View of some mill buildings from the parking area in front of the local grocery store/cafe - the food was delicious, after 7 hours of driving just what we needed for replenishment before heading for the mill yarn store!
The magnificent find which Linda had done before we ever left Nova Scotia was the nearness of the Harrisville Woolen Mill to our place of destination in New Hampshire.
We did drop by on the way to the class, using all sorts of good arguments for why -
it is necessary to scout, to see what we might discover that we neeeeeeed,  - desperately - to bring home with us - and so by going at the front end of the trip allowing ourselves time to digest and make sure that we were really making some good choices. Thus it was when we were done our week of learning and thinking we decided that a return visit would be in order on the way back. Just in case there were some new exciting yarns that had been either put out in the sale box or been invented whilst we were near by. Wouldn't want to miss out on anything.

In the building with the many windows in the back ground was the wool store on the ground level. Sigh, good thing I am not a nearby dweller, for ...... it was rather lovely and fuzzy in there. I found .... 6 cones of very fine organic cotton yarn, 36 kilometers in all, and I felt like a pirate, having just found the x marked treasure.
I saw in a split second my sweet Viktoria Askov Lervad loom dressed in fine cottons with intricate patterns, ah, and sigh, and ..... it hasn't happened yet, but I have the yarn and soon the time for the creative opportunity will reveal it self too.

I love old brick houses, the surface, colouring, solid feel of them. Probably reminding me of my childhood in Copenhagen, where many buildings were red brick.
The sign, The Harris Sorting and Picker House - conjuring up pictures of big fluffy clouds of wool, big fluffy clouds of dust as well, sorting the greasy fleeces into their respective groups so all could be mixed well in the picker for a smooth spinning experience and perfect weaving or knitting even later on.

And I have to admit, I did get a few savoury bunches of fibre treasure at the store, the cotton and some mohair roving + roving which I spun and gave to my daughter along with a couple of skeins of a complimentary colour =-) I was after all coming home from a Colour Theory Workshop.

Greenery along the little  creek by the mill, very small chicken and hens, but there they were calling me and stubbornly clinging to their little gravelly precarious patch.

On the way home we of course needed something to sustain ourselves with as well. We were guided to this wonderful eating place where there were delicious foods for our pallets and also great enjoyment for our eyes. I had to take a photo of this 'ceiling light' - could it be called an chandelier? It was way too fun to look at, and think about who would have chosen to have had it made or who had put it together because they had a vision and needed to give it life.

A masterful crazy quilt covered a wall, old pieces of clothing put together to keep someone warm and cozy a long while ago. Quilted with funky stitches and an overall joy to look at.

And back out on the highway again, getting closer back up to the Canadian border we saw some weather here and there, well,  we saw clouds which seemed to warn of coming weather.
This particular cloud was just..... so inviting to photograph, it had the straightest lines around the very flat circular bottom of its body, it looked ..... unreal, enticing, interesting.
Darkness of a deep kind at the bottom and then slowly dissolving into light and lightness on the sunny side and a lighter still slightly heavy grey on the shadow side.  So many things to take in.