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processforprogress
documenting various techniques in the textile and tailoring traditions.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Moonshining Cotton Pt.VIII
Yesterday I got back to Fuquay-Varina, where my little plot o'land be.
Mom said she counted about 20 bolls waiting for me; this may've been an exaggeration, it may not've.
They were full and fluffy, soft and round.
I brought them home to add to my paper bag labeled 'SAVE COTTON' that my mother and sister started to collect what bolls developed when I was traveling a few weeks ago (this bag is quite stuffed, rests in a larger paper bag of cotton that's been deseeded.)
The point is this:
I stretched out the bolls to lay out in the air before tucking away.
As usual, I pressed their gathering gently around my face, and inhaled;
they convinced my brain that it was actually the air hovering above snow, in between trees on a mountainside-winter night that at that moment entered my sinuses.
and
Sometimes the 'silk'iness of the fiber, I watched grow from dirt and now stretches between my fingers, makes me gasp as though I would cry.
just sayin.
Mom said she counted about 20 bolls waiting for me; this may've been an exaggeration, it may not've.
They were full and fluffy, soft and round.
I brought them home to add to my paper bag labeled 'SAVE COTTON' that my mother and sister started to collect what bolls developed when I was traveling a few weeks ago (this bag is quite stuffed, rests in a larger paper bag of cotton that's been deseeded.)
The point is this:
I stretched out the bolls to lay out in the air before tucking away.
As usual, I pressed their gathering gently around my face, and inhaled;
they convinced my brain that it was actually the air hovering above snow, in between trees on a mountainside-winter night that at that moment entered my sinuses.
and
Sometimes the 'silk'iness of the fiber, I watched grow from dirt and now stretches between my fingers, makes me gasp as though I would cry.
just sayin.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Moonshining Cotton Pt.VII
The natural light brown variety.
(I later found out that I had, in fact, planted some natural white seeds. This natural white actually is quite 'white' in the modern sense that's it's almost a blue white-the type of white you'd expect cotton to be.)
The fibers themselves are lovely-silvery and even lighter and silkier than expected.
Here we have fibers + their removed seeds; in the yellow lid, pomegranate seeds saved from a fruit (possibly heritage) picked in Williamsburg, VA and longan seeds from fruit picked up at the local Asian store, hopefully not sterile.

And now I am confronted with this.
A whole, gratuitous, bunch of seeds (32/boll to be precise).
So the plants have conspired to secretly sweep me into the strange scene of seed-saving.
(I later found out that I had, in fact, planted some natural white seeds. This natural white actually is quite 'white' in the modern sense that's it's almost a blue white-the type of white you'd expect cotton to be.)
The fibers themselves are lovely-silvery and even lighter and silkier than expected.Here we have fibers + their removed seeds; in the yellow lid, pomegranate seeds saved from a fruit (possibly heritage) picked in Williamsburg, VA and longan seeds from fruit picked up at the local Asian store, hopefully not sterile.

And now I am confronted with this.
A whole, gratuitous, bunch of seeds (32/boll to be precise).
So the plants have conspired to secretly sweep me into the strange scene of seed-saving.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Moonshining Cotton Pt.VI
Monday, August 16, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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