The whole month of March?!  Really? Seriously? It’s just gone?…whoa.

So, I’m learning a new weaving style called “back strap”, (the loom is literally a strap you put around your back, of course, hence the name!).  I’ll admit I took the class to be social (peer pressure! if all your weaving friends were jumping off a cliff…?).  I didn’t think I really wanted a new way to weave; I love the weaving I do so incredibly much. However, I thought it would be an interesting intellectual exercise (which it was), I’d learn something about how another culture has traditionally done weaving (which I did) and then I’d move on (which I have NOT).  HA! So much for that theory.  I have found that I really like it just for itself and can actually see myself doing it in the future.  How fun!


(Don’t look too close, it’s pretty wonky and I was taking the picture myself so everything except the band is actually in focus!)

I promise, though, tomorrow there will be huge coverlet weaving.  So, be warned, totally adorable cute little band.  No matter how much you taunt me from the other side of my fiber studio, I will not succumb to your sweet seductiveness, you wonderfully compact, instantly gratifying tiny weaving process.  I want to manhandle a 56 inch, 8 harness loom…

of warping and platitudes

“Life is a journey not a destination.”  “Enjoy the journey.”  “Stop and smell the roses.”

Platitudes.  I’m not very good at them.  Granted, not as bad as a dear friend’s mom is at idioms which she mixes in the most delightful ways (“you made your bed, now eat it” AND “you buttered your bread, now lie in it”:).  I’m mostly not good at them because, while by definition they are supposed to be concise and witty statements of truth, they, also by definition, are pretty low on the complexity scale.  So, when I use them, I tend to, unhelpfully I admit, follow them up with a paragraph of words trying to get at what I think I’m really trying to say, eventually so bogged down that I’m not clarifying anything at all. I suppose I just need to learn to get on with it, which is rather the idea of this post.  What does it mean to “get on” with it? What is the journey?

For the last two weeks, I’ve done NO weaving. none. zilch. My crafting life was totally and completely taken over by the Winter Olympics and a follow-a-long event with my Guild.  We all picked projects to complete during the weeks of the games, trying new challenges or facing old defeats!  I could have chosen a weaving event, but decided to knit a sweater and try steeking (google that, it’s cool) for the first time because that was more portable, increasing my chances of success.

It was great fun; however, in the back of my mind, the whole time, I kept thinking, “but what about that next weaving project I’m supposed to be doing?”  Platitudes like the ones above came to my mind.  I wanted to enjoy the Olympics instead of thinking, “if I can just get this project done, then I can get to the next one”.  It’s the same advice I used to give myself back when I hated warping the loom (getting it ready for weaving).  Usually, warping a loom takes FAR longer than actually weaving the project.  I had even naively said that I would never weave because setting up the loom looked like such devious torture invented by fiber masochists.

So, I would try to enjoy the journey.  I would tell myself all the right things.  Look at that massive, beautiful warp just waiting there, so full of potential and possibilities, imagine what it will turn into once you weave it.  Think about the fantastic final cloth.  Warps are the very epitome of newness and transformation and metamorphosis – enjoy it!  And I was successful in these thoughts?…


…uh, nope.  Still just looked like work to me!  So instead of thinking about the warp as a journey I tried to think of it as the destination.  Trying to enjoy the journey is still thinking of it as a “going to”. I don’t think I would have ever learned to enjoy warping if I’d only thought of it as something that got me somewhere else. Even when you know that the getting “there” can be completely enjoyable, it still isn’t “there”.  Enjoyment finally came when I realized I would warp a loom even if I was never going to weave that warp at all.

I suppose, ultimately, that’s what people really mean when they say, “enjoy the journey.”  I’ve once again spent many paragraphs bogging it down.  Time to get on with it.  Let’s go warp that loom.

How long did that take?!

I love this question.  Anyone who does handcrafts will be familiar with non-craft people asking this. I’m always curious to know exactly why they are curious, because there seem to be implicit assumptions in the question. In a culture that seems to operate at the speed of light, are they happy to know that something actually took some time and care to be made?  Or do they find it more impressive the faster you finished? The latter seems to be the case. Given the ready abundance of instant gratification around us, we do seem to feel that sooner is better. People seem most happy when I nonchalantly mutter something like, “not long, just in my spare time.”  The follow-up comment is often, “wow, it would take me forever to do something like that!” indicating that since it didn’t take me forever, they are impressed.

However, since I adore weaving, spinning, and knitting, I often feel that taking forever would be lovely. While having the finished project is certainly a joy, the amount of time it takes doesn’t seem relevant since each and every minute is pleasurable.  I’ve even found myself a tiny bit excited when I discover a mistake simply because it will make the project take a little longer!

Is there also an inherent indication that what I’m doing looks really boring to them? Especially when they say, “you must be such a patient person!”  I always try to accept what I think they mean as a compliment but I often can’t stop myself asking in return if it takes patience to do the activity they enjoy most?  No one ever remarks that you must be a really patient person to watch hours of Netflix!

Yet, despite all of that, I often DO find myself bragging about how fast weaving is or that I finished a queen size coverlet in just ten days.  Perhaps it’s a recognition that to people in the past (AND many in the present), such crafts weren’t a “pastime” at all. They had to value speed because it was vital to give their family the warm clothes and coverlets that would see them through the winter.  I want always to remember that finding pleasure in taking it slow is a luxury, a blessing. Remembering that is honoring them.

SO…how long did this take? I wove it in just two evenings.



Whole Cloth

My Grandma ironed all her pillow cases. I grew up doing it in my Mom’s house too. It was probably because they often dried their sheets and towels on the clothesline and they benefitted from a good pressing. Was there anything more wonderful than snuggling up in crisp fresh sheets that had been dried in the gentle breezes of a soft West Virginia afternoon?

I, however, only iron pillow cases when I’ve forgotten them in the dryer or a basket too long and they are so fatally wrinkled they can’t even fit on the pillows. (Yes, yes, you’re very smart, this happens all the time).  Such was the case for the latest load. Often I’ll pop them back in the dryer but this time I decided to iron them. Among them was a pillow case I’ve had since I was a very small girl. It was probably a wedding present for my parents in the early 60s, perhaps even older as the pattern looks more like a 40s or 50s print. It has lovely, delicate, little pink and white flowers with green stems. They are old, stained, but they feel and smell like home.

I love to iron them, I mean I LOVE to iron them. I love ironing all cotton – not just that when you are done you have that amazing soft crispness but the actual act of ironing itself is magical, the warmth making everything straight and sure. If I were ever to become a quilter, it would mostly be for the joy of ironing all the cloth.


Cloth. The cloth of these particular pillow cases is so old.  Old cloth.  Precious cloth.  It’s faded and the threads are spare.  In fact, I noticed that there are now actual holes where they have worn so thin.  How obvious does the metaphor have to be?!  Cloth is our lives.  In the Scriptures, the Psalms say that our Creator “knitted” us together in our mother’s wombs.  My brother is more genetically like me than anyone else on the planet.  I treasure our very special relationship.  We come from whole cloth, the whole cloth of my family.  Woven together but then separated to become our own out of the whole but still of the same cloth in the end.  The little worn places that show the stresses of our lives.  The little holes where our loved ones have left us.  My Grandma’s birthday was a few days ago and next month she’ll have been gone for six years.  She would laugh at me being sentimental over these old worn out pillowcases.  Growing up in the Depression in WV, she had little time for old or antique things.  She’d seen an awful lot of making do with not enough and nothing new.  Through the Lord’s blessings and her tireless work, she made sure her family’s sheets didn’t have holes.  But I can’t let these pillowcases go.  They are my family’s whole cloth.

Home again home again

…jiggity-jig.  Or maybe “loomity-loom” is more like it.  So nice to get back to the loom and really feel at home.  I never thought weaving would be my favorite fiber craft but it is certainly the one I miss the most when I can’t do it for whatever reason.  Starting a new project the past couple days was like “old home week” (does anyone still say that anymore? it’s in the Oxford Dictionary so it must be legit:)

I also spent some time giving Warren a nice clean-up.  He got vacuumed and dusted and re-greased AND the addition of 400 new heddles that move so smoothly on the heddle bars its like butter on a hot skillet (be thankful that’s the country-ism I decided on, my Dad’s favorite “it’s slicker’n snot on a door handle” also came to mind but I won’t subject you to it…oh, wait…I did).  They are so shiney. SO. SHINEY.


Then, he was ready for a new warp.  While the scarf and Ms and Os obsession continues unabated, I am actually putting an overshot baby blanket on at the moment.  My Guild was doing an overshot “Weave-A-Long” last Fall. I am what you might call “fashionably late”, but I had already made the plan and have the yarn so here I go.  Trust me, there are others who are still also working on their projects too (ok, not just starting but all the same, working!) so I jumped in.  I don’t have anything yet to show but I thought it might be interesting to see how the loom gets a warp on it.  Macomber, my type of loom, is extraordinary for all kinds of reasons but one of the best is that parts fold out of the way so you can climb right in it and do your work.  Here’s the Squiggle willing to demonstrate how I sit “in” the loom to do the threading!


I kept trying to get her to smile at me.  She said she wouldn’t look at the camera so it would seem like she was really working…the tongue was the finishing touch :q


BUT the REAL point is look how close you can sit to the heddles!!


Well, the “on the loom/at the wheel” idea isn’t going to work very well for the next couple of weeks since I don’t have a loom or wheel available at the moment.  (Happy Holidays!!) So the only thing I can show you on the loom this week is…ME!  I thought it would be fun to get a shot of me and Warren together.  He looks awesome, as always.  Me on the other hand?IMG_7057 total cheese.