like new friendships, it was awkward, even a little tangled, at first. there were times when we got lost somewhere, and times when i knew i had done something wrong and attempted to fix it (successfully in most cases, though not without some cursing and alcohol and a lot of patience).
and then i left it alone for a while. to simmer, i guess. i do have other friends, namely a spinning wheel, and several knitting needles, to occupy my time. and finally i felt guilty and said hi to the loom again, and we agreed on a pattern, and i re-read the instructions, and before i knew it, i was weaving quickly and effortlessly like i’ve done it before.
the next day, i ended up weaving approximately two feet in less than two hours. i just couldn’t stop.
i also couldn’t get the image of bagpipes and scottish clan tartans out of my head. also highlander theme music (oh the shame). and i kept going.
i even got some yarn for my next project. a lovely silk that i am sure i’ll tangle or ruin in some way somehow, but it’s a good motivation to finish the current project (harrisville 100% wool).
silk in indigo (left) and cutch (right). very springlike, aren’t they?
so…with no shortage of inspiration or yarn (ha), i guess you could say i am effectively doomed. but it’s a happy kind of doom. i’m not sure what it is about working with fibers and colors that makes me deliriously happy, but they do.
and perhaps it is appropriate that my photo swap pal sent me a photo of this. thank you, megan. i wouldn’t asked for a better subject.