It was fabulous! This was my first time at John C. Campbell Folk School, but it definitely won't be my last. From start to finish, it was pretty much perfect. From the accomodations to the food to the classes to the people, there was nothing to fault. And most of all, I had a wonderful time with Claudia. She's the perfect traveling companion and roomate. She also has the patience of Job, putting up with my obsessed shawl knitting, and translating what everyone said to me, due to my inability to hear (I'm suffering from a bit of ear infection.) Thanks for a great trip, Claudia!
She is also witness to the fact that I got up EVERY DAY at 6:20 A.M. A feat never before accomplished by me! But there is so much going on, that staying in bed is just not the best idea. We began each morning either by attending Morning Song or just sitting and knitting on the back porch of Keith House until breakfast (promptly at 8:15.) Class ran from 9:00 to 12:00, and then from 1:30 to 4:30. We spend our afternoons relaxing, walking the property taking pictures, and knitting, of course. After dinner, there was always interesting entertainment. We saw cloggers, participated in the square dance (well, at least I did - Claudia has the photographic proof,) saw garland dancers and border Morris dancers practice, and listened to wonderful music.
But the core of the experience was our class: Appalachian Shawl: From Pasture to Pattern. The instructor was a friend from our local spinning guild, and she was the primary reason we signed up. We knew she would be not only an excellent teacher, but also be the source of a lot of fun. We were right on both counts.
Annie told us that, "An Applachian shawl is an item of clothing that a woman would take OFF before having her picture taken." This calls to mind something simple, made with the wool or cotton at hand, and worked on late in the evening after the chores were done and the children in bed. Lace and fancy edgings would not be the order of the day.
We started with a raw fleece, from a sheep named Hazel.
We washed the fleece and set it outside to dry in the hot sun.
When it was ready, we set to work carding it. These are some of my first rolags.
While I somewhat enjoyed the combing process, I did not like dealing with the dirty fleece. I'd rather pay a bit more to buy prepared roving, and spend my time spinning, but I'm glad I learned the process.
Next, it was time to spin. This is what I ended up with before deciding to use something else for my shawl.
You can see portions of it lack twist. Despite the washing, there was a lot of lanolin left in the fiber, which made (for me at least) difficult spinning. At this point, I knew I'd never spin enough for even the small, doll-size shawls we were to make, so I pulled out some of my own plied handspun from a year or so ago.
I was frankly amazed at how much better this was than I expected. Since I had about 800 yards, I decided to go ahead and knit a full-size shawl. There began the obsession. I knit and knit and knit some more. Finally, the evening before our last full day, I finished the body of the shawl. It turned out to be a bit smaller than I'd hoped, but I wanted to save enough for a bit of a border. Thankfully, I was able to do that, and finished with just an hour to spare before we had to prepare for the class presentation. Here is my Appalachian shawl.
It's not blocked because I'm going to either find some comparable commercial yarn or find someone to dye some roving for me so I can add more border. But overall, I'm very pleased with it. Well, tickled pink would be more like it. My rustic handspun turned out to be the perfect medium for making this shawl, and I was literally bouncing in my chair as I was knitting. Such a simple thing, but it made me very, very happy.
The last night of classes, everyone assembles in the common room to set up displays of their work. This week, in addition to our class, there was pottery, basketry, blacksmithing, wood carving, wood turning, quilting, art metal jewelry, bookmaking, watercolor, weaving, and handmade Windsor chairs. Everything was amazing! Here is our exhibit (apologies for the photos - it was dark in there.)
The pretty purple shawl on top is Claudia's.
I had such a wonderful time! The week flew too fast, and before I was ready it was time to come home. I brought home wonderful memories, but also some swag. Come back tomorrow to see the goodies I found!