Bonjour!
I'm still basking in the warmth of the Montreal Convention. It was
wonderful. I would have written sooner except my students gave me an idea
for a Beds lace design and I've been unable to do anything except draw it
since I got home.
Everything came together perfectly for the mangling demonstration at the
Teacher's Showcase at the convention. I got my lace finished and carried it
in my purse to Montreal. Malvary managed to find space in her car for a
rolling pin. Tuesday night at the Teacher's Showcase, a corner of my table
held a length of lace about a meter and a half, an ice bucket with a rolling
pin propped up inside, and my bath towel. The lace, made from about 70/2
linen, felt like interfacing, the tough kind used in tailoring men's suits.
Everyone who stopped by was invited to feel its coarseness.
When it was time to mangle, my friend CJ ran out to the women's room and got
me about 3 inches of lukewarm water in the ice bucket. I soaked the lace in
the water till it was thoroughly wet and I wrapped it in my bath towel.
Ordinarily I would have let the lace rest for 30 minutes, wrapped loosely in
the towel to soak up as much water as possible, but my audience was waiting
so I gently squeezed the towel a few times. Then I rolled the lace out with
the rolling pin on the hotel table. The table was bumpy so the mangling
wasn't as good as the mangling I get at home on the kitchen counter, but it
wasn't bad either. The lace dried overnight on the foot of my bed.
After mangling, the lace was wide, flattened, smooth, silky, shiny, and had
a wonderful linen hand. I carried it around with me on Thursday and Friday,
held it out for anyone who wanted to feel it, and now I have witnesses! So,
if anyone still has doubts that mangling is a finishing process that linen
needs to look and feel silky, smooth, and shiny, please let me know and I
will ask my witnesses to tell you I'm not making this up! All of that
handling, by the way, did no harm at all to the appearance of the lace.
Sally Schoenberg
Anchorage Alaska
This morning a loon flew overhead and cried its peculiar laugh as I was
saying goodbye to my husband who was setting off for work. Montreal was
delightful but it's wonderful to be back home where the air is cool and
fresh.
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