Sunday, June 28, 2015
I'm starting with the mecate because it's the easiest of the three. (Whether I'll actually have time to complete this hackamore before BreyerFest, let alone have a second on hand to sell, remains to be seen! But I'm having great fun.) Things don't always go as planned, do they? While in Colorado my tackshop reached this state of being:
... This post isn't about the perfected miniature of a real mecate, such as my skill can now encompass. It's about replacing what was lost, reproducing Fancy's Hackamore's mecate, and that means going back 10 years and doing what I did then, in 2005. I dug out the N.A. notebooks (my tack bench notebooks) that covered those 3 long-ago hackamores.
The hook is a piece of wire fastened to my Orange Tackle Box front closure. Lacking crochet thread (Aunt Lydia's at home), I borrowed some "Meltler" from Mom (the large white spool), and peeled it to 2/3rds. This turned out to be very close in size to crochet.
Now for the quirts. Full scale mecates do sometimes have a little leather lash at the non-tassel end (the tail end), but they do not have rings -- something I wouldn't learn for another few years. Ah, well, Fancy's had a braided ring...
Even in so simple an act as slit braiding, there are lessons to be learned.
All I can say is it really looks like I'm not meant to make tack on trips, no matter how I want to. Attending to car matters was the excuse this time; every weekend we went out of state (WY or NM), and nearly every evening was a chauffered picnic, catered by you-know-who. Talks with parents, birdwatching (we got Golden Eagles!), a LOT of piano playing with Mom, strolls before bed: all these were more important. So be it. I enjoyed them all very much (except maybe the car).
Next chapter will be the spinning of the mecate. As of this writing it is finished.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
During the last week of May we were based out of La Junta, in southern Colorado. Boy did it rain!! It rained so much that the roads turned to gloop, and we were afraid for our car, that great traveling machine which had brought us so far, and upon whom so much depended. Highways she can do, but mud-jeeping requires special skills not in her book. Our hopes for previously-planned destinations all drowned in fear and slurry, and so we made up new ones. I say we, but it was really my husband, who is very good at this sort of thing. On the first day he proposed Capulin National Monument, and I, nothing loath, agreed.
There is definitely a tendency to crop off part of him. I think it's caused by the desire to show the landscape. I'm not sure whether this is a flaw or not.
Soon: working on Fancy's Hackamore's mecate.