remembering

Today was a lovely rainy day. Chilly and grey, prompting thoughts of wool and sweaters and russet colors. For me it also had the feeling of "calm before the storm", since as of Tuesday I really can no longer pretend that it's summertime and that the start of another school year is far away. One of the things I am least happy with in my life right now is how seldom I weave, and how I've lost touch with weaving and weavers and weaverly things. I wanted to remind myself that I know how to weave. I found my small balls of handspun in the little coca bag where they've been since I wound them off the spindle and wound a warp for a wide band. Everything went fine: cross, counting, heddles, shed loop--all seems in order. It's working. As of the last picture the pattern was still in the early stages

but it's developing. It's one I haven't woven before and I like the feeling of learning something new while at the same time remembering an old skill. If only I had a month of rainy days like this.

Comments

[Helene]

What a lovely band. Hope it rains, so we can see some progress soon :)

[wilbraham]

I’m glad to see you returning to weaving. If only you had time to set up one of your looms—I remember how much pleasure you always got from weaving on ‘em.