I woke this morning thinking it's June, so white rabbits, and I get to thread a heddle, wheee. Takes all sorts.
And I did thread the heddle. But first I had to measure and count heddle sizes. They don't come marked with the ends per inch, EPI, nor the number of threads they'll hold.
So I finally got them all out and measured and counted and marked. This will save a lot of fumbling and cursing. I already know the frame loom sizing, but the others tend to get forgotten.
Then I picked the heddle that would work best, threaded it and mounted it on the narrow loom.
Then I studied the krokbragd pattern and made notes. Then I worked a bit of the band. Then I realized I didn't understand the color sequence. That's a whole other thing to keep in mind while navigating the three weaving sequences. Then I unwove.
Then I made more notes.
Then I realized I need to know the line total for the pattern repeat, so made more calculations and notes
And I'm about here.
There's such a pleasure in translating the physical weaving into ways I can understand and do it. The process is engrossing. I don't worry so much about the product.
Then, as I was walking home, beautiful day for walking and I'm so happy I can walk without pain, though a bit more wobbly than I used to be, I saw Gary's friend running down the path from my house.
She came dashing at me and said, I ran into your house, wrong house! We all screamed laughing because this has happened so many times, neighbors, relatives, total strangers. So many people have parked, then marched unerringly up the wrong path and burst into my house.
I've had quite a few encounters, reading or knitting peacefully on the sofa and suddenly there's someone in front of me clearly wondering what I'm doing here? Why is the house all different? Who are you anyway?
It's hard to get lonely when people keep showing up in the living room. Who says you have to get out to meet people? I can do it without moving.
They're all nice, quite flustered at the mistake and not sure how to handle my "Can I help you?"
Then V. and Gary left for a week in Florida. Another relative, soon to be the next door tenant, is holding the fort. That will be peaceful.
Then later an unboxing
My clamps to hold the frame loom, costing more than the loom, but useful for many purposes. The qr code takes you to a place to download printable labels. I don't have any need, but I don't see why you can't try it.
I was about to recycle the box when I realized it's very nice corrugated cardboard, useful to make little looms and other fancy stuff.
The Woolery loves me -- they've sold me heddles, the lucet and now these clamps. I like the way they work and their well designed website. This matters.
Lovely day everyone! I hope you're blessed with comic neighbors, they're the best.
Next best is an Ayelet Waldman
I love her engaging, miss nothing writing, and this novel stretches over years in a Maine community with Manhattan and Oxford and Europe and Cambodia thrown in. Sorrow, parties, drama, fights of all kinds, talent and the lack of it, Maine steadfastness, it's a lot.
I do all the things so you don't have to!
Pride Month!
I'll reclaim this and clean it up if it's the last thing I do.
