A Healthy, Little Weaving Obsession
Sometimes I wonder whether my obsession with weaving is pushing toward unhealthy. I was sitting in the dentist’s chair this afternoon and the hygienist was poking away, measuring my gum pockets. I could barely hear her muttering very softly 2-2-2-2-3-2-2. Then she would stop and reach up to note something worse than 3 on my chart.
Between wincing a bit whenever the sharp pointy tool went a bit too deep, I started thinking about how my weaving software program searches my drawdowns thread by thread for warp and weft floats that are something worse than 3. I am not making this up. Who knew gingivitis and weaving had something in common? Despite the fact that these thoughts took my mind off what the hygienist was doing in my mouth, this can’t be normal.
|Chistina Hammel's beautiful
Blue-Point Runner is just one of
thirteen stunning images found in
the 2012 Handwoven calendar.
At any given point in my day, I’m either weaving or thinking about weaving. I can be vacuuming away and suddenly drop the wand to run upstairs and stand three different yarn cones side by side. I stir a pot of spaghetti sauce and notice how the touch of green basil really punches up the rich red ragout. I wake up in the middle of the night visualizing threading patterns. I dream about weaving and wonder why I’m tired in the morning. Of course, my best weaving ideas always come in the shower.
But to steal an old song lyric, if obsessing about weaving is wrong, “I don’t want to be right.” Choosing yarns, designing patterns, warping the loom, and throwing the shuttle make me happy. They also frustrate me to tears sometimes, usually when a deadline is, ahem, looming. However, I thrive on problem solving, even at 3 a.m.
Before you declare me officially “over the edge,” I suggest you take a long look in the mirror. We all know I’m not alone. Why else do so many of our study group meetings turn into group therapy sessions?
My only regret, and I suspect it’s common, is not having enough hours in the day, days in the week, or weeks in the year to weave everything I have swimming around in my brain. Only two months remain in 2011, and while I’ve accomplished many of my goals for the year, designing a networked 14-block pattern for the new compu-dobby and getting another warp on my tapestry loom may just have to wait until 2012.
Thankfully, we have the beautiful Handwoven 2012 wall calendar to chart out the unfinished business and a whole host of new projects. With eye-popping Handwoven projects from years past decorating each page to keep my mind from wandering to the next dentist appointment, just flipping through it makes me feel better.
Just think about it: at midnight on Dec. 31, we get a fresh twelve months, fifty-two whole weeks, and three hundred sixty-five days to fill with weaving projects, classes, conferences, and special events. Wait, it’s a leap year, so that means twenty-four extra hours next year! I’m sure that will make all the difference.