One by one, the looms go silent

I can’t weave right now. I am moving in two months, and need to focus on the massive remodeling project at the new home, and on packing up at Sparrow Hill. It will take me that long to get everything packed right.

I’m starting with books and yarn. I always do. These are the things I value. They are also the greatest distractions and temptations. When they are safely boxed, I can focus on boxing up the other things that are necessary but not important at the moment. Things like summer clothing and summer bedding.

I may not be blogging much during these next few months. It will depend how exciting the photos of the renovations are. The new studio is getting a few upgrades, but it’s mostly perfect as it is.

Amusing my inner child

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There comes a point where you can only be so grown up for so long. I’ve been productive. I’ve been focused. I even spent all of 2013 being accountable to myself.

I’m simply tired and a little bit giggly underneath my normally calm and serious self. I don’t have the attention span right now to weave on any of my serious projects, and I even feel a small amount of guilt in weaving when I should be packing boxes or hiring contractors to work on the new house and studio.

A humble potholder loom does a lot for a case of the giggles, and does nothing to alarm my conscience. Potholders are fun, quick and somewhat necessary. I like the small size; I have small-ish hands and find that these traditional sized potholders, folded on the bias, protect my fingers completely and can be handled far more deftly than the big black terry potholders that I’ve used for the past thirteen years.

I particularly like the potholder that’s a perfect match for my fiesta ware. I should get some more loopers and make a hot dish pad using four squares.

Let me tell you something about loopers: some of them are really LoOoOoOpY.

Harrisville Designs makes excellent ones that are uniform in size and easy to use. I had a bag of some brand x ones that were all different sizes and weights, with many of them too small to fit the loom.

Do you remember making your first pot holder? I can remember the loom and the fun of weaving, but not much about the finished pot holder. I was probably five years old when I made it. I don’t think I fell in love with weaving that day. THAT didn’t happen until I was a teen, with a backstrap rigid heddle loom.

A place to weave; a place called home

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I am always talking about home, of having a place that is retreat and sanctuary, a studio and a container to hold my dreams. As my retreat year on Sparrow Hill winds to a close, I am ready to make home in a new place, still in my beloved Hilltowns.

This will be the studio, a loft with two balconies and views of meadow, pond and forest  beyond.

Most of the looms, the spinning wheel, and my sewing area will be here.  This room is the heart center of the house, the place from which its serene joy emerges.

I am very excited to begin this new adventure.