Yesterday I read the Yarn Harlot's blog.
She is learning to weave on a rigid heddle loom.
She wove a lovely plaid scarf.
And I caught the wave.
In my other life...
you know the one
where you were young
and foolish. I was
a weaver.
I have three looms
and all the accessories
and haven't touched a loom
for maybe ten years.
Weaving is time consuming.
It requires patience and
and a steady beat.
It faded out of my life.
All those skills lost...
atrophied from lack
of use.
But yesterday all that enchantment
it just flooded back. I could be a
weaver again.
Another step back
into another era...
I feel a great desire
to grasp another lapsed
joy.
1 comments:
Ah, Pat! Weaving is one of those things I always thought I'd like to do "someday." Never got beyond pot holders. But then, just days ago, I read that people used to clean Spanish moss, twist it into "thread" and weave or crochet with it. The article said some Confederate soldiers had saddle blankets made that way. Me! Me! That could be me! (Right)
Perky
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