Back in Lyon, staying with my friend, I tried to keep up with my daily walk. There are the remains of a Roman amphitheatre near her house.
In my spare time I’ve been working on writing out patterns for some of the hundreds of sprang lace motifs that I saw in Brussels.
I taught a finger weaving class in TheHague.
My host in TheHague pointed out some flocks of birds, all bright green. It seems that escapee parakeets have adopted certain parks in TheHague as home.
Quite a while ago I started a pair of socks. The warp’s been hanging off the backside of my kitchen door, waiting while other more pressing projects have attracted my attention.
Now it’s time to finish those socks.
Now, sprang is quite elastic, but not so elastic that the same tube allows for my ankles as well as for my calfs. Once finished, I confess, I ‘unwove’ a thread at the back, and inserted a ‘gusset’ of more threads.
The socks were finished off by tying the threads in bunches of four. I am quite impressed that there is no need for elastic. The socks stay up just fine without elastic at the top