At one point
in The Watsons, the heroine’s sister, Elizabeth, says ‘I think I could like any
good humoured man with a comfortable income’ which is a sentiment shared by
many of Jane’s fictional characters; although not her heroines, who are all
seeking love and meaning in their relationships. I embroidered this text onto
lace, which I cut and pinned to the wedding veil. This mirrors the way Jane
pinned her manuscripts, so that the words, like the sentiments, can be
rearranged or even removed as the situation changes. My aim was to reflect the
general view of marriage in Jane’s novels as a negotiation open to rearrangement
as well as Jane’s own equivocal views of the married state.
Thursday, 25 September 2025
Marriage lines: a wedding veil for Jane Austen
Wednesday, 17 September 2025
Families recorded in lace bobbins
The next two bobbins
recall a sister and a son: Eliza Hall my dear sister died Feb 5 1866; and My
dear son David Hall 1866. These two people have the same surname but I don’t
know if they were related. I have a feeling they probably were though because
the date 1866 has been added as an afterthought to the second bobbin. I don’t
know if David Hall also died in 1866 or that date just became important to the
lacemaker, possibly because it was the year her sister died. There is no space
on the bobbin to add the word ‘died’ but bobbin makers often used the shorthand
D to signify death and there is room to squeeze that in, so the fact that it
doesn’t appear suggests that it is not a memorial bobbin for her son.
The final two
lace bobbins record Aunt Betsy and Aunt Sarah. There are quite a few of these
bobbins with aunts names on them and I think they must have been given as gifts
to the aunts. Families were larger then so most people would have had several
aunts, and also family friends called aunts, who would all have been lacemakers
and would have appreciated the gift of another lace bobbin for their work.
These bobbins are a lovely reminder of the social and personal history recorded
on lace pillows that reminded lacemakers of their loved ones as they worked.
Wednesday, 10 September 2025
Whispering lace curtain
The lace trim on the ‘Whispering’ net curtain reflects and records the conversation overheard at a formal house party. The lace, like the party, begins formally with everything in its place, but soon degenerates as the guests talk freely among themselves and the threads of the lace unravel to reveal a tangle of whispers, hinting at coercion, control and confinement. The net curtain has captured nine whispers including It’s our little secret, What did you expect, you got what you deserved, He frightens the life out of me and Keep out it’s not your business. They reveal that all is not as it seems. There are some cries for help underlying the social veneer.
The curtain
is part of a series suggesting that the net curtain acts as a sieve within the
home capturing and recording conversations, atmospheres and feelings and
becomes a repository for the essence of the home. I designed the main piece of
lace in the Bedfordshire style and then used threads from within the lace to
embroider the ‘whispers’ across the fabric of the curtain. The whispers cross
over each other and the text is not supposed to be read in a linear fashion,
but as snippets of overheard conversations. Therefore, the story may change
depending on the order in which the whispers are read; in the same way as
overheard conversations are pieced together to form a narrative, which may be correct
or not.
Wednesday, 3 September 2025
Marking time net curtain
This net curtain entitled ‘Marking time’ is pierced with pins and needles in the traditional tally pattern for counting and suggests a prisoner marking time; counting the days until their release. The use of a net curtain for such a method of counting seems unusual and even uncanny, in the Freudian sense, when the boundary between the homely and the unhomely becomes blurred. This boundary, the liminal space between home and not-home, is represented here by the net curtain.
The use of
pins and needles for marking time suggests that the time keeper is using the only
tools at her disposal, her needlework equipment, to record the passing of the days.
This misuse of feminine sewing equipment suggests a subversion of the domestic and
reflects the duality of home as sanctuary and prison. But like many uncanny
experiences it leaves us with more questions than answers. Why is she not
sewing quietly and contentedly? What is troubling her? Is she held against her
will? Is she a victim of domestic abuse? What is she afraid of? Why does she have
no voice? Is she still even enclosed in the curtained room or have we stumbled
upon a scene from a fairy tale?



