Some couriers are like clockwork – others apparently have a few cogs in their gears. Like a time quote of 2 days in reality being 11, and not just because of Easter since pickup alone took 5…
Anyhow, I now have my rug roving and dyeing can commence. I haven’t decided on a pattern, once my options are limitless I become paralyzed it seems. But I do have a vague colour scheme, so I’m going to weigh out the amount, see what it looks like on the other side and take it from there.
I’m far enough into my moving process that I could actually relax and get started on some projects; still bits and pieces to sort onto the right shelves, the big loom and all its reeds and sticks are still in the house waiting for weft, a few things to be wiped for dust, then moved from the hayloft into my hopefully cleaner storage balconies.
.. as last Sunday. Collect, carry, climb, cache. The house looks just as cluttered as always, so it seems incredible that all this other stuff was ever in here. I dare not imagine a scenario where I’d have to put it all back.
Big loom is still tied up in the old room with no weft to show, so I’m postponing a decision about the tapestry loom as well; but I think I’ll have to make room for it up there until the kittens are older, perhaps bring it back downstairs in winter? Meanwhile ideas keep pushing and shoving at the floodgates, I swear it’s like Black Friday. Only they change; last month they wanted me to paint, those entities have now despaired and left, the weaving muses taking the current shift, taunting me with woollen yoga mats looking like a patch of meadow, as well as deep red madder and oak leaf yarns of intricate designs. Fairy cloak colours, indigo and japanese ikat.
Moving is not just the process of carrying things from one place to the other, I’d forgotten about that, since this is the house I’ve lived in the longest, ever. Sorting, putting onto shelves, planning, carrying things back down again because you need them right now. So it’ll be a little while or longer before I can show you the finished project…
Well, I knew I had a lot of stuff. I also knew I’d managed to cram it all into a very small space (ok, a lot of small spaces, but still). So I was convinced that even if I’d originally wished for another 10 m2 I’d be able to swim up there! But the number of things that need to occupy floor space in the studio, not shelves, nor stand in the way of the others, simply baffles me. I need to be able to open the windows as well as step back to look at what I’m making.
I thought we needed a bit of colour in my new room, so I rummaged through the garage for my bottles. I haven’t seen these since we moved into the house, they used to be lined up on a shelf under the wall to wall skylights in our old flat. But glass and kittens don’t mix well..
