Machine Knitting Camp @ Victor Harbour II

Welcome

                            Adare House...         
 These leadlight and painted windows were in panels next to the side door which opened onto the landing. The trades men's entrance is at the back of course , and had no ornamentation... By the time I wanted to take photos of the stunning front door, a heavily timbered affair, I had run out of space on the card.....and so also missed out on photos of the other demonstrators. Hopefully some one who took some photos of them will send me some of those and I will show those next time.
The woman on the left seems to be in a welcoming pose, or was she asking for her housekeeping money.....she carries a lovely chatelaine and her gown is just gorgeous.On closer inspection, she is indeed saying Welcome, click on the photos to get a closer look....
How differently we live now in jeans and shirts or t-shirts and we shop and pay by card....

 The woman on the right was a visitor and is saying Adieu.
She also is beautifully dressed.

On Sunday I was able to see Jan Edwards session on Intarsia weaving on the knitting machine. She showed tartans she had knit-woven to show a loom weaver that she was indeed able to reproduce a tartan pattern on the knitting machine.
She had also launched out into doing quilt patterns in a lovely rug.
Her piece the resistance though were her cross stitch based patterns into weaving and lastly but most importantly for us creative knit-weavers , was a stunning "painting" interpretation of a scene in the Flinders Ranges.
lovely colours of deep reds and contrasting beiges of rocks and creek runs.

My session was after morning tea and it seemed well received. In fact one of our members was very enthusiastic about some of the things I had produced that she thought she would get her girl guides to start some as they had shown they were interested in learning how to use a knitting machine. She was telling me this as we were walking back from loading our cars and I was listening attentively and not watching where I was going.I swung my head up to express my appreciation for her ideas and ran slap bang in to the cross beam of the wooden cross near out rooms.... was it a reminder not to be cheeky under the poster of yesterday?

The photo at the bottom shows my table with all my gear,
looks a bit like my Willunga Artisan Market display.

The wooden fire place was in the Baronial Hall
where we had our meals. It has been converted to gas...can you imagine the amount of wood that must have been used in the early days when that was all they had. Hughes Park where we were in the early sixties, had to reserve all the sheoak wood for the Homestead alone as that is a wonderful wood for inside fires. It used to take the men days and days to supply the Homestead as well as all the other cottages of the manager, overseer and station hands with fire wood that had to be cut by a rotary saw mounted on a trailer and then split by axe to fit into the wood stoves we all had to cook on...
Those were the days.....