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weaving and bobbin

Last week I wrote a ranting against covid post but decided in the end I had got most of the frustration out of my system by just writing it so haven't bothered to bore anyone else with it - this is a tedious business though and I think we need to learn to live with it rather than bury our heads ....... I have no answers so I'll leave it there!

My frustration last week was entirely personal and in the scheme of things minor - I have started my weaving class - I went one week and then it looked like I couldn't go again due to local lockdown restrictions and I was greatly saddened.  I did a weaving class a couple of years ago before I went back to uni and really enjoyed it so I was really excited to be back... - from lots of different aspects - the creative side - actually making cloth - the design involved, using glorious colours, and the lovely soft shetland wool.  Then there's the learning a new skill and the camaraderie of a class and also in my fairly hectic life and slow meditative process which for a few hour s each week I am working slowly and methodically - not something I am very  used to!!!!

However, a few letters to powers that be from myself and my tutor established its an educational event and therefore providing sensible precautions are followed the class is on!!!


I'm a lucky bunny as a good friend of mine has sort of 'long lent' me a rather lovely table top loom - which is why I went weaving in the first place.  the loom was a complete mystery to me and I could work out how it functioned at all so when I bumped into Tabby Textiles at a design craft fair I was delighted she offered classes and would explain the intricacies of warps and wefts to me. 

This time round inthe class I have taken my own loom and Tabby Textiles has helped me set it up - lent me the missing bits and now its almost ready to start weaving.  I have put a two tone burnt orange warp on and tied it all in and this week I will start adding some dirty pinks and dusky blues - I dont really have a design in mind - I want to get the feel of the cloth and the rhythm of making again.... practise and play - the end product will emerge and may be an addition to the evolving slamitinrubystarrs bedroom effect.


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