Today, I only continued to spin the white mystery top on my wheel, and let Enola rest. I have 11 samples total in my WoW sample card, 2 already completed, and this is a 3-week event – 4 if you count the Tour de Femmes – so it’s okay to space things out a bit.
So I thought I’d talk about one of my other wheels. I have 3, one the Freecycled Ashford Traditional that I’m using for TdF, and two others that require some TLC. This is Blaise:
I bought her for mere pennies at a local auction – about £10-15 I think, and I may* have bought her unsold after the actual auction took place. I have no idea how she wound up in Darkest Fermanagh, but it’s probably an interesting tale.
Here’s what I do know: she is not, as spinning wheel afficionados might think, a Herring Gordon wheel – the one that won a London Design Centre award for its aesthetics – but a Shapwick Blaise wheel made by S.H. (Simon) Williams on behalf of Frank Herring & Sons. Shapwick was in business for only about 3 years in the 1980s: Williams may or may not have continued to make wheels afterwards, I don’t know. The Blaise wheel might have been sold as a Herring Gordon – again, I don’t know. I was able to learn that only 1,000 Herring Gordons were ever sold, but I’m not sure if that figure includes the Shapwick Blaises. Regardless, this is a fairly rare English wheel. Frank Herring & Sons still exist as an arts and crafts supplier in Dorchester, but there is no mention of their own-brand wheels on their website. I shall have to contact them, though, due to the state poor Blaise is in.
Both Gordons and Blaises were made from laminated beech plywood, which was then bent rather than cut into shape. The drive wheel is a single length of plywood, bent into a perfect circle with only one seam. On some Blaises, the wheel is a solid circle, but this one has 4 spokes, made from 2 lengths of plywood curved at about a 135-degree angle about a flattened middle where the lengths are connected about the wheel-hub. The mother-of-all is another length bent into an open rectangle, as is the flier. The table and legs are formed from 2 lengths of plywood, bent into a split table to accommodate the drive wheel, then elegantly splayed to make the legs. Technically there are 3 legs, as the 2 lengths come together to form a single leg under the flier assembly; under the wheel, the lengths form 2 legs, separated by a movable piece of wood that appears to function as a wheel brake. There’s a Lazy Kate on the table – 2 pegs for bobbins. Even the treadle is elegantly curved. There are no sharp corners anywhere on the wheel, all having been sanded down. It really is a most exquisite piece of craftsmanship. Apparently, the Herring Gordon (and therefore possibly also the Shapwick Blaise) could run as a single drive band machine with Scotch tensioning, or as a double drive.
Now, what’s wrong. Blaise has no drive band, though that’s easily fixed. If there was a spring on the Scotch tensioning line, it’s gone. The orifice hook, which normally fits into a hole on the table, is also missing. Only the bobbin in the flier remains, of the 3 with which this model was originally shipped – and these are gigantic bobbins that are likely difficult to replace. The footman appears to have been replaced with a piece of cord – how does that even work? But worst of all is that there’s no sign of the whorl. Was the previous owner not using the whorl? How? Or did they remove it because it was damaged, and never got round to replacing it? I know there’s people out there who can fix and recondition wheels, even one like this – but that will be another day’s rabbit hole.
Any information, advice, craftsperson recommendations welcome!
So that is my day. I could take another terrible photo of my progress, but I’ve only filled the bobbin I showed from yesterday’s spinning, so it’s neither interesting nor necessary.
Allons-y!
* : I have memory problems. You’ll see this phrasing a lot with me. My brain is borked – memory-deficient dyslexia and fibro fog. If I don’t take notes, write a blog post, or elaborate small details into a big story in my head, I will forget.
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