|the craft shop (standard:non fiction, 922 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Oct 18 2006||Views/Reads: 2371/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An article in the Sunday paper prompts me to take a road trip to a charming craft shop in the White Mountains. What I find there is more than just sweaters and blankets, like going back in time, where quality is a labor of love.|
One Sunday morning, I am sitting at the kitchen table having my coffee while reading the Sunday paper. I came across an article about a young couple that set up this rather lucrative weaving business, including many weaving machines and a small shop to sell their goods. Using the finest wool from their own sheep and a unique style to their weaving technique. The result--these craftsmen create and sell sweaters, blankets, rugs and miscellaneous items at a starting price of two hundred dollars and higher. This business allows only a few lucky students a year to come and live with them and learn their weaving secret. Total dedication to the craft is a must. To master this unique style of weaving is the goal for the student along with the emphasis on quality and patience. Of course, I wish I could be one of those students! Anyone is welcome to come and browse inside their little craft shop in the remote village of Center Sandwich, New Hampshire. After reading the article, I became very eager to visit this weaving business and learn all I could about their craft. I admire anyone who could create something beautiful from everyday items. It is a wonderful thing to spend time doing something you really love. My mother agrees to come along with me on this road trip. She does not promise I could buy anything, but I had a hunch that I should take some cash anyway. I write down a list of questions to ask while I am there, so I do not forget. I want to get a better understanding about the craft of weaving and learn all I can in this short visit. When we start on our way to Center Sandwich, I had no idea what we are in for. The road to the shop is a back road with many large potholes in it. While we were dodging the potholes, we attempt to keep on course. Our nerves--frazzled--as we arrive at the shop about one and one half hours later. Luckily the car survives the trip! Some writer's say where there is bad there is good also. We are about to experience a true craft shop in every sense of the word. This little village of Center Sandwich, New Hampshire is very charming and breathtaking! We arrive at the pure white salt-box type cottage with a large white barn. As we approach the front door, we ring the bell and a young woman answers the door. We tell her that we read the article about the weaving business in the Sunday paper and are curious about the shop. She seems happy that we came and invites us inside the house to give us a free tour of the whole weaving operation and sales shop for the goods. The house is gorgeous! The whole house smells like apples and cinnamon and the polished hard wood floors are decorated with colorful woven rugs. The walls are knotty-pine. We venture across from room to room until we arrive at the weaving room where the weaving machines are kept. I notice one student busily weaving away at a machine, working on a project. She tells us they accept only a few students per year but the students must stay with them and until they have mastered their weaving technique. One can readily see how the persistance and dedication to the craft pay off for this business. The weaving materials, one hundred percent natural wool, in the most brilliant colors. I ask the woman where the wool comes from and she replies, "We have our own sheep and we sheer them ourselves. The wool is then spun and dyed naturally. Yes, you can learn from scratch, here, literally!" My curiosity not quite satisfied, I ask her to show me the shop. The shop was filled with beautiful sweaters in every color imaginable. The goods are a very fine quality and very expensive. The blankets and rugs are amazing! "What kind of customers do you usually get here?", I ask. "Most any kind of customer comes to visit us. We welcome all. Some visit us on the weekends, like yourself, looking for a bit of the old-fashion craftmanship and we do not disappoint! Many go home with one of our woven items. They go home and tell their friends and we have had customers that come again and again. I have a catalog if you are interested. We also ship our items to all fifty states!", she explains proudly as she put her hand over one of the colorful blankets. "Our goods are high-priced because they are unique, an old family secret way of weaving, one which I, personally would like to preserve. It is all personal, this love of weaving. We stand behind our items, each and every one. All will last for years and years." She walks with us out to our car and told us to come back anytime. We didn't buy anything that day, but I certainly did plan a return visit. I didn't even mind the bumpy ride home! Our converation in the car was all about the weaving shop and the breathtaking scenery of the White Mountains. It was a well worth road trip to find out more about the little craft shop. This gem of a craft shop is truly more than meets the eye. A slice of beauty is a creation made out of virtually nothing at all just a dream are indeed a labor of pure love! Tweet
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