Lesson of the Day: CREATIVITY IS INFINITE
Today was so full I hardy know where to begin. The solar panels weren't working, so there was no hot water to bathe. When I need to, I will have to go next door to Jackie's room and use hers. We had a nice breakfast with the women in the family. I'm not sure exactly how many people live here. The two grandparents, two brothers and their wives, plus about six-seven kids ages 3-14 (I think). Plus lots of erroneous people, cousins and sisters and please don't ask if I remember their names. I have a hard enough time with English names.
|Checking out felted bags.|
|Working on production.|
|Working on production.|
The felting processes were fascinating. They felt small balls and sew them into rugs, purses...almost anything. We saw the die cut machine in operation where they cut felt shapes to sew onto hats and bags. They machine knit large pieces of fabric, felt them, hang them from the balconies to dry and then cut what they need. To make the balls, they roll them under a flat stone with soap and water. For the larger items, they roll them by hand and knead them on large tables, using a roll of plastic for the center. The water and lather of suds drains off the table into a bucket.
|Felting small balls.|
|Felting by hand.|
|Drying felted fabric from the balconies.|
There are rooms full of unspun batts of wool dyed all colours and some fabrics, too. These are stored on large bamboo shelves. Those four rooms adjoin the receiving room where trucks can back up to the doors and unload the enormous bags of fibre. This room gives way to a few rooms at the back that are bursting with wool. Shelves and bags of wool of all kinds, fibres and weights. A veritable utopia for someone like me.
|Drying fibre and felted balls.|
|A typical meal (dal bhat).|
Dogs are everywhere, eating trash and lolling in the heat, stretched out on the pavement or in the dirt, although some have collars and must belong to someone. Always you see dogs curled up peacefully on steps or on the shop floors and I want to adopt them all. Two dogs "guard" the Everest house and factory although they don't seem to have a mean bone between them. Both are German Shepherds, Jack and Jill.
|Rabin and his guard dogs, Jill and Jack.|
Passing through the streets, there seem to be a lot of people sitting around, drinking or holding children. Many people have a sparkle in their eye and joy on their faces that you just don't see very often in Canada. There are many people roasting corn over small fires, squatting in the street. Many people wear face masks to protect against pollution. I also saw two men squatting over what looked like checkers with stones.
There is constant honking when you are in traffic, but it's not angry honking like in our country. It's more to say, "I'm coming up behind you!" There are motorbikes everywhere, tuk tuks (three wheel buses that are always full to the hilt with people), and large colourful trucks from India that are painted to perfection and say See You on the back.
|Tuk tuk (bus).|
|The dye factory.|
|Maheswor and corn husks.|
|Stoking the furnace.|
|Behind the yarn factory.|
|Carding raw wool.|
|Maheswor taking a turn at the crank.|
|Weighing and packing skeins.|