Of Life and Loom
To be a weaver is to dream. We dream of the exquisite projects we will make, and when life permits, we actually weave some of them. Here's a letter that my friend Julie Barnes wrote to her weaving cooperative recently. It's more about life than weaving, and I love it because it could have come from any of us at one time or another. These are the times when I'm especially thankful for little looms and quick projects that satisfy my weaving urge, so I can weave on, even as I dream on. ––Anita
A little weaving project can be just the thing
when you need a peaceful moment . . .
I won't be able to make it to the co-op this afternoon. To keep peace in my little household, I am staying home to clean house. Yep, you got it. Household chores, car washing, laundry is taking over. Oh, and I have to think about taxes too.
As many of you know, my hubby and I work opposite schedules which leaves little room for home life and the melding of plans and such. So the weekends are our only time to have any time to figure out what's been happening in the previous week. Looking at upcoming weekends, we'll only see each other one weekend day for a few weeks.
Unless you've lived it for many years, there really isn't a way to fully explain how opposite schedules can impact daily life ––chores go unnoticed, chores get undone, etc., etc. Many of you might remember my stories from years back about coming home from work each day to find that my husband had redecorated the house. (No, THAT didn't go unnoticed.) And then there was the story about planting things in the garden to only have my hubby "weed" them out because he didn't know that I had planted them (aka, the "unnoticed"). On more than one occasion I had to send him out to the compost heap to retrieve my special primula and helleborus.
|or when life starts to tie you up in knots.
Sometimes you have to give up on things (like gardening––that is his baby now) and keeping the kitchen utensil drawer organized. (He never puts an item back in the same place twice: Yep, nearly 13 years of random locations and searching for a spatula). BUT, I don't want to give up on our friendly tapestry weaving meetings.
So if I end up not making it on a Sunday, it is because life has probably overwhelmed me (or laundry has overwhelmed me), and I need to take care of "stuff." The "stuff" won't be as wonderful as our show and tell, but at least I'll have socks and underwear for next week.
And I'm going to make the March meeting no matter what!
Take care and weave on!!! ––Julie