After a long (very long) hiatus last year to accommodate pregnancy and all the things that went with it, I am back on the weaving wagon.
Here, photographic evidence of me working at the loom. Never mind that I’m pretty sure I had just returned all sweaty from an extensive walk around the neighborhood. I’m still glad that Ruby snapped the photo.
When I was in school I really hated the entire process of warping the loom and I always rushed through it. Picking it up again 20 years later, I find the whole process meditative and relaxing. I’m sure there’s some kind of life-lesson in there someplace, if I could just get a good night’s sleep and a few quiet minutes to think about it.