I blame Sally. And my husband.
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| My first weave since making a tiny purse at school 40 years ago! |
I did try very hard to leave the loom alone for someone else to have a go, but when I noticed that no one else had done so, I went back. I wove all day. Then Sally did something incredibly kind - she lent me her knitters loom for a month! (It's not her only one I hasten to add).
I took it home, I sat in the kitchen and wove all evening. When I was madly into papercrafts, I did lots of swaps of yarn and thread samples - I ended up with boxes of small amounts of novelty yarns all wound onto embroidery floss bobbins. They were ideal for this. So the weaving went on.
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The next day a friend came to visit. I showed her the loom and she had a go. For two hours. Not the only one hooked then. When she went, I must confess I took her work out so I could say that the whole thing was woven by me. And I started again. And did a bit more in the evening. And the following two evenings because while I was at work all I could think about was the weaving waiting for me at home. Oh, and how my shoulders and upper arms were a bit achey.
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| A riot of colour and textures |
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| I am looking forward to seeing the whole thing unfurled |
So, if you've been paying attention, you might be wondering why I'm blaming my husband for this sudden interest. It's not that I'm looking for interests to take me out of the house and away from housework (never had that problem). The short answer is that he knows me too well. When I started knitting he predicted I'd end up spinning, despite my protestations. When I took up spinning, he told me I'd want a loom next. Maybe I'm a good wife who doesn't want to confound his expectations?!






















