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.