Handwoven Textiles
I’ve been weaving a new venture…
You may have known Michael and I (Tricia) over the last 25 years for our farmstead goat cheese and our Oberhasli herd.
But in a twist of fate, floor looms have replaced our goat herd. I’m designing and weaving textiles that I promise are made with as much care and as lovely as our nationally awarded cheeses.
Alys in the woods, scouting a new direction. Below, taking the herd home.
August 2025: Textiles Now for Sale
Kitchen towels, wool and mohair throws, linen scarves, woolen shawls. Some original designs, some designs adapted from Jane Stafford Textiles; Marguerete Porter Davison’s “A Handweaver’s Pattern Book”; and Marian Stubenitsky’s “Weaving MAX8”.
I’m currently working back and forth on my Schacht Standard 4-harness loom and my new Louët Spring II 8-harness loom. Love them both! Next up are some original mixed twill kitchen towels, a couple baby blankets, scarves, and those lace panels. I’m still working on sourcing mohair yarn.
January 2025: The New Normal
Besides weaving, I’m designing new projects, taking textile photos, working on packaging and this website. More throws with Peace Fleece are on the loom as I get ready to work, in homage to our goats, with more mohair. A second loom arrives next month. Linen lace panels are in the works to complement tea towels, throws, scarves, and some one-off projects.
November 2024: Re-Settling
In mid-November we moved back to Massachusetts (where we’d always been prior to the 2021-2024 Maine experiment) — to Ashley Falls in the Berkshires. Great news for us! A lovely space for a weaving studio. We can walk out into the countryside in 10 minutes. Life changed drastically this past year and in ways hard to evaluate or discuss, but we’ve felt instantly home on our return to Massachusetts. We’re not “other” or “from away”, we’re just us again. Quite wonderful!
Early 2024: Tumult
We realized early in the year that our construction contract for the Maine house and creamery was worthless, that completion of our third creamery was not on the horizon, that legal recourse was only there with endless time and money. Three years of trying to settle into farming in Maine was dust. We turned our attention to the welfare of our goats and sold the herd on Valentine’s Day. Back in Massachusetts, they, at least, would continue their dairy careers. The Maine milkroom became my weaving studio as I turned to something I’d always wanted to do if we were not able to live with goats and make cheese. It was a harrowing few months as we planned our escape.
In the studio
On Instagram
