Weaving became part of my life in 2009, and, in the beginning my desire to weave was born because I wanted to fill my home with practical handwoven articles. Things that I could hold, touch, use and enjoy on a daily basis.
No one warned me that weaving could take hold of your soul and fill your daily thoughts, night time dreams, and sometimes, in my case, nightmares.
To be able to take strands of yarn and manipulate them to create a hard wearing floor rug, a beautiful table runner, functional tea towels, a softly draping shawl to provide warm neck hugs on cold winter days, or a gossamer transparency ….. truly inspirational.
Weaving brings me joy and centres me. From the winding of the bobbins to the throwing of the shuttle, I touch every inch of yarn that goes into my creations. A piece of me remains with each and every article of woven cloth.
Living and weaving in Canberra, Australia, I enjoy the changing of the seasons, and with each season comes inspiration for my next weaving.
Simply put, I weave because I must, it is a part of me and it gives me immense joy to know that something I have woven can bring enjoyment to another person.
If you are wanting to read a blog with “weaverly” perfection, then this is not the blog for you. I look forward to sharing my weaving journey with you … warts and all !