Dreams that we Dare to Dream
|Warp, warp, here. Pick, pick, there.
Colors only a munchkin could love?
Last week, Robyn Spady and I were discussing some projects for the next issue, and the conversation strayed to the movie The Wizard of Oz. (It's not as random as it sounds. We blame typos on the flying monkeys.) We remembered how excited we were, as children, when the movie was on television, how impressed we were with the Emerald City, and how we had to hide when the scary flying monkeys came and carried Dorothy away. I always had to be very good that day and take a long nap so that I would be allowed to stay up late.
As the memories flowed, we both reflected how exciting that yearly event was compared to today, when we can see any movie we like, pretty much any time we want it. Perhaps that's just human nature. We value most the things we have to anticipate and work for. Weaving is that way for me: planning, choosing yarns and colors, warping, sampling, adjusting, before the payoff of seeing the cloth grow at the fell and, finally, taking the project off the loom.
Guild member Phoebe likes to
explore inkle patterns.
My guild had our retreat this weekend, and it was fun to see what we all choose to do when we have time to slow down and relax. Some of us this year were working on inkle bands and enjoying small projects where we could experiment. Others brought sewing machines and had the satisfaction of finishing projects-in-waiting.
I grabbed some "weft-overs" to see if I could approximate warp rep on my little rigid heddle. Conclusion: not so much, at least not with these yarns, but the colors turned out to be kind of crazy and fun. I also brought a book of pile weaves to study up for some future slow and satisfying projects and my copy of Woven Treasures by Sarah Lamb, to help me plan. I like how Sarah combines techniques: a soumak bag with a card-woven band or a knotted pile inset on a linen tote.
|Isn't this a sweet little loom?
I always come back from our guild retreats renewed and refreshed by time spent with my friends, by the ebb and flow of conversation they share skills and dreams, by the way they support each other in weaving endeavors and in life challenges, by their patience with the multiple processes of creation. I think this focus is among the most special gifts of weavers. Life may throw us curves, but with this core of patience and faith, like Dorothy, we always find our way home.