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First Saturday Book Review - June

All right - I realize that today is neither the first Saturday of the month nor is it June even ... somewhere in this great big world, it is. (Japan/Australia maybe?) Tomorrow, I'll be at an Artisan Market in Batavia NY (10-4) so I won't be home until later. Because of this, I decided to post the review early.

Mary Meigs Atwater is often considered the woman who reclaimed the weaving history of America. What she did was not so much create new weaving styles, but preserve what was in danger of being lost. The Shuttle-craft Book of American Hand-weaving is one of the earliest books written about American Weaving History and focuses a good portion of the text on coverlets. There are other books out there that you can purchase written in the Early American time period, but I'll review them later.

The Shuttle-craft Book of American Hand-weaving offers a good overview of American weaving history as well as the renewed interest in the craft. It was first published in 1928, but my copy is a second printing in 1951.

This is not geared for an introductory weaving book in that there is little in the way of projects. Besides, there are newer books designed for self-taught weaving. This book is best for those who understand weaving enough to understand the terms. Besides the information on overshot designs, my favorite chapters are the fourth and fifth where she discusses fabric design including material choice and color choice.

Within the overshot pattern sections she gives information on the pattern's name and design (when she knows it) as well as provides a few photographs in conjunction with the patterns. My only problem is that she does not provide more finished woven projects because visualizing that pattern block is not always easy to do.

All in all, it is a book to purchase if you are interested in American history or weaving history.


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