At this point, the rug is advanced far enough up the warp to make weaving too tricky by hand or shuttle, not enough headroom in the shed. So I thought I could use a needle for the last section. Only I didn't have one big enough to accommodate roving.
So I made one. This is an old beader's trick. When you can't find a beading needle fine enough to navigate the bead, you make one out of fine wire. I thought that would work for big sizes, too.
Here's the result. A loop of wire, ends wrapped around the middle then taped, to avoid snagging the warp threads, big eye, the rest twisted for better strength.
And threaded, ready to go after I finish this post
The stitching is progressing, bit by bit
And out in nature, the field part of field and fen, I found another handful of abandoned cherry tomatoes, and swiped some twigs of honesty growing outside a neighbor's fence.
It's grown to weeds, so I think the original gardener has moved out and it's okay to do a bit of gardener's larceny.
Left, seedpods, middle, seeds, now bagged and labeled, right, beautiful silvery inner membranes to add to my dried flower collection. I plan to plant the seeds to try restarting my own honesty plant which faded away after a few good years, don't we all.
On the subject of gardening, I dug Gary's potato harvest, fewer than expected, but welcome anyway
And here's some flowers. Since I noticed a hummingbird and butterflies at the zinnias, I've slowed up the picking, not wanting to disappoint them.
Happy day everyone, I wish you a good day, despite the cold, or wet, or blazing heat, whatever you're getting today. Here sunshine, temps in eighties, breeze, very lucky campers.
