Ever since acquiring the Crisp Ruthie Tapestry loom, I have had visions of the paintings I would make. They come to me at odd times, sometimes while swimming, sometimes just as I awake in the morning. I see the colors and textures of the different yarns in my GROWING collection of handspun intertwining into a beautiful, abstract expression of form and color.
It is Now February 2015 and Ruthie came to live with me in the beginning of April 2014. I have been “dreaming” an awfully long time! What has caused this prolonged contemplation? Who knows. I find that as I have aged that my ability to procrastinate has greatly improved. In my early years, if I was anxious about something then I would plunge headlong, both feet in, with Gusto! I seem to be lacking that kind of confidence these days.
I wound 172 ends of linen/cotton warp months ago — September I think. Thank God I labeled it (# yards, #ends) because looking at it the other day, I was at a complete loss as to its measure. I work in Chardon, teaching Geometry, and we have had EXTENDED snow days due to the extreme cold — what do they call them — ah Arctic Blasts, or Arctic Vortex (which sounds MUCH worse). Anyway, I organized my work spaces, wrote to a friend for instructions on how to warp a vertical loom, finished up a spindle project, putzed around, and finally decided that Saturday would be the day to dress my poor naked girl (Saturday being the warmest of the most recent Artic Vortex days).
I feel silly, it was absurdly easy to dress this loom, even winding the ends onto the back beam was a breeze – though I did enlist hubby to supervise the weighted ends, and lend moral support. The reed was horizontal, so sleying it was easy, no tool needed, and no sore muscles afterward. I threaded and tied to the back rod in groups of 8, again, easy and pain free — I did this from a standing position, taking an occasional break to WARM up by the fire.
After tying on to the front bar, I “wove” in a header of toilet paper to space out the threads, and then some pearl cotton. Now she is ready. The dreams I have had can find expression in the form of this simple device. Somehow I must recall the energy and fearlessness of my youth and plunge forward, bobbins and yarn in hand to Create!