It has been suggested that I talk a lot, and that I talk a lot about weaving. Those in my immediate vicinity tend to roll their eyes and stand open mouthed looking at me. Such a thing as “weaving overload” exists and it can be identified by a “deer in headlights” stance, rolling or glazed eyes, open mouths and shallow breathing.
I love my friends and family and don’t wish to do them permanent damage, so the decision to create a blog was founded.
Now to see whether I can wrap this old brain around modern technology.
I have been weaving since 2009 and would love to tell y’all that there was a Universal epiphany, or that the Cosmos spoke to me to pick up a shuttle and throw it …. but truth be told, I started weaving because I wanted to fill my home with beautiful hand made items.
I wanted to wiggle my toes on rag rugs made from the jeans of friends and family. If I had to dry the dishes, then I was going to do it with handwoven tea towels that made me smile. Warm blankets to snuggle under on cool nights, scarves and shawls to provide necks with warm hugs when arms weren’t available. Handwoven items with a cacophony of colour, texture and fibres. Things which begged to be touched, stroked and handled.
Now having said all that, here is the full disclosure. Yes, I am a weaver, yes, I love to weave, but that doesn’t mean to say that everything I create is wonderful, stress free and perfect. There are moments when I wonder if I actually have connected brain cells. I turn my back only to turn around again and see chaos at the loom.
House fairies and pixies delight in turning a simple weave into something more challenging.
The day I put a warp on, weave its full length, and not have a hiccup, issue or disaster, is a day when I know I have spent it day dreaming of the perfect warp.
If you would like to accompany me on my weaving journeys, come along, I think I can promise entertainment and laughs. With the occasional woven article for viewing.
If you are looking for weaving perfection, this is not the blog for you …… this is weaving …. warts and all