Monday, March 30, 2015

Just so I don't get bored

Or why did the chicken cross the road. I must have a pathological fear of boredom. I had weavers all around me but I was busy. I had the knitting and the crochet and the spinning and the etc. I was pretty successful at resisting the siren song of weaving for quite a long time. But then came the first loom. And then I got a rescue loom and then another (they needed a loving home and someone who would love and protect them.) And before you know it, you're in. You don't know how you got there but you realize there's no way out.

So I've been fairly busy lately with the knitting and the spinning and the bobbin lace. So why in blue blazes am I sitting on the couch at almost 11 at night resting from having warped a loom?  And why is that not the only weaving project on the loom?  

You may remember this little project that I started winding warp for back in November, I think. It was an ugly thread that I was just going to use as a throw away to sample with that then got paired with this beautiful cotton flake that make a purse out of a sow's ear, as it were. 

So now I'm almost finished warping a table loom for an upcoming workshop in the Peoria area. 

So I go back to my original question. I wasn't twiddling my thumbs by any stretch of the imagination. Why in the wide world would I feel the need to take on something new like this?  

Maybe it's just because it's there.