As you’ve noticed, I don’t have much to tell these days, but since my loom room remains under siege so often, I’m going to make an effort down here in the office rather than just sit around and wait for opportunity.
Well, guess who crashed this week. My ride in the beautiful sunny spring weather last Sunday just left me with sore legs, but when I made another attempt 3 days later I could hardly lift the saddle off its peg. My muscles had turned into rubber, and I’m still quite exhausted all the while various stress symptoms are racing through my body. What’s up with that?! Doesn’t give me much hope of getting back into some sort of shape nor my clothes; not sure what my strategy should be.
What fascinates me as a new weaver is not so much the throwing of the shuttle – like knitting is not really the joy of needle clicking.
I love getting ideas. Inspiration from something I’ve seen, a pattern, a whole project, a colour combination, or a story/theme which leads my mind down some winding path. This is the part which keeps me going. “Can I make this?”
One year ago I aquired my first rigid heddle loom. Just to sate my curiosity, much like 3 years earlier when I made my own drop spindle to investigate whether one could really make yarn on a stick. Nothing serious like, just testing, yeah? And although I upgraded the stick to a spinning wheel three months later, I was pretty certain this loom would last me for a long time, getting my variation from colour play mostly. After all, I do still have the same and only wheel with no wish to upgrade, it does what I want.
…said the hag as she cooked soup from a twig where the crow had sat.
As my regular readers are aware, I spend a lot of time optimizing my environment aka house to minimize obstacles to my hobbies, such as rearranging stuff to free up floor space and storage, and building missing equipment. In fact that’s just as fun and creative as painting a picture in some ways….
